Stuffed Monkey
Stuffed monkey perched in the window,
Holding the Engineering Scepter of Knowledge and Power.
The magical scepter that corrected logic problems,
When waved over the HMI.
Made of scraps, a golf ball with a dose of silicone.
Trinkets collected over time,
Accumulating after project completions.
Items with memories with co-workers who are deceased,
Treasures from twenty five years ago.
Tokens brought back to the office,
That brought laughs and moments of sanity.
One day they will be boxed up,
Sent to the dumpster as seasons change.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Stuffed monkey perched in the window,
Holding the Engineering Scepter of Knowledge and Power.
The magical scepter that corrected logic problems,
When waved over the HMI.
Made of scraps, a golf ball with a dose of silicone.
Trinkets collected over time,
Accumulating after project completions.
Items with memories with co-workers who are deceased,
Treasures from twenty five years ago.
Tokens brought back to the office,
That brought laughs and moments of sanity.
One day they will be boxed up,
Sent to the dumpster as seasons change.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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