I came across this poem while interning at Qualcomm
. I just thought that I should post it here since it's a cool
poem. Isn't this stereotyping though?
Mahco Musings or '
Some Men Just Don't Get It'...
Well, well, they've gone and hired someone new.
And it's a "she''! Why?--there weren't too few!
Is she the new secretary or clerk?
No?! She's a colleague with whom I must work!?
Well then, I must pose the bold question: can she compute?
Her degree says yes but frankly, I beg to dispute;
They may have given it to her for being a maid,
Or because of connections, or someone she (-er-) paid.
It's up to me to put her in her place.
Should I embarrass her, make her lose face?
No, I'm too kind, I'll ask something facile--
Something that no man would find a great hassle.
Oh miss, yes you, please be a dear, and write me some code;
It shouldn't take much of your time or be a great load.
Basic will do; I take it you've used it before?
You can't be doing much yet, so do me this chore.''
"Jane is the name, and I've got lots to do.''
Then she smiles, and says, "I've heard about you.
Here, review this code and come back at four.''
Then she asks me to leave and slams the door!
Hysterical, I tell you, just like all the rest.
But we're supposed to put up with them and do our best.
Favors and special treatment is what she expects!
What a ridiculous system to hire this sex!
Now what is this bundle she's given me?
It looks vaguely familiar, let me see...
It's the old project I didn't complete--
And she's actually accomplished this feat?!
Yes, this is her work; how strange-- I feel rage
as well as admiration for the sage.
How long but yet elegant... this is art.
I am Salieri, and she is Mozart.
This is too much for my masculine brain to take--
I sense her womanly aspect must be a fake!
This means only one thing-- and only one it can,
That deep down inside, this Jane-- is really a man!