The Smell of HTML

There once was a sergeant named Worts,
Whose interest was mainly in forts;
He thought data was boring, and was fond of imploring,
"Buy some software to make your reports!"

There once was a man in Berlin,
Who always smelled faintly of gin,
When the bureaucrats asked, had he worked in the past,
He said, "Once I did; never agin!"

There once was some big revenue,
Which wasn't reported to you,
Then some time last year, the IRS bent your ear,
Now you've got a prison tattoo!

There once was a boss in LA,
Whose staff knew the right things to say;
When he asked for the data, he was told, "Come back lata,
The formatting could take us all day!"

There once was a fellow named Pat,
Whose revenue curves were all flat,
When told business was slack, the poor man fired back,
"I've got lots of reports showing that!"

One fellow thought HTML
Had kind of an inviting smell;
His friends all said, "Dwight -- it may be that you're right,
But how in the world can you tell?"

There once was a fellow who knowed
All the ways one can program in code;
And if you queried this guy, the best software to buy
For reports, he'd say, "Try this one, yo!"