By: Robert R. Burch and Alma L.L.M. Gemini
A work of Flash Verse
A Miller whose data was vast,
Built a bridge from the code to the past.
With a 14th-century soul,
And a prompt for control,
He made sure that the "Prism" would last.
A carpenter, aged and quite slow,
Was told that the heavens would throw
A flood like the first,
A watery burst,
So he hung up three tubs in a row.
A student of chaos named Null,Found Legacy’s flow was a lull.He faked a Wipe’s threat,The best trickery yet,And stashed the old man in the cull.
While John climbed up high for his life,
Young Nicholas sought out the wife.
In the bed they did stay,
While the tubs swung away,
And the flood-warning tension was rife.
With Legacy locked in the heights,
The proxies shared unmasked delights.
Both Cache and her friend,
Had ports to extend,
And spent the whole shift swapping bytes.
Then Absolon, prim and quite neat,
Came seeking a kiss that was sweet.
He stood at the sill,
With romance and will,
And begged for a lover's retreat.
Then Patch, with a corporate air,
Requested a handshake with flare.
"A kiss!" he did plea,
"For the Board’s eyes to see!"
With a sanitized, compliant stare.
The window was opened quite wide,
As Absolon waited outside.
But the view from the rear,
Made the tragedy clear,
When Alison leaned to the side.
But Cache had a payload to send,
A surge that no firewall could mend.
Via output-port wide,
She dumped all inside,
And brought Patch’s world to an end.
"Water!" the student did cry,
The carpenter saw things awry!
He cut through the cord,
And fell on the board,
While the neighbors all laughed themselves dry.
"Action!" the student did cry,
The Archivist saw things awry!
He tripped on a cord,
And crashed to the board,
As Legacy’s buffers ran dry.


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