Live demo begins,
Murphy's Law takes control fast,
Chaos laughs deeply.
Oh, cruel blue expanse, why dost thou appear,
At the moment we need you not, you vex.
Our well-laid plans now fraught with looming fear,
Technology’s foe: ever random hex.
Debug, we must, to break this daunting curse,
For pride in tech's cold, digital embrace.
In software's dance, lulled dreams subtly disburse,
Yet hope remains to ever change this face.
There once was a coder fine,
Whose demo rejected the line.
The program upended,
The error extended,
Oh, how tech twists the twine.
Sing, muse, of the file not found,
Vanished in the digital bound.
A cascade of errors unfurls,
In the chaos, mystery twirls.
In the realm of zeros and ones,
Updates unfurl,
Relentless in their taunting dance,
Who’s time is never right,
Except this time,
Surely,
This time it should work,
Or so we dare to hope.