Twas iMarc

Twas the night before I left iMarc, and all through Inn Street,
Not a developer was programming, not even iMarc’s elite ,
The websites were launched on the old internet with care,
In hopes that Sir Nils-o-lot would soon depart his lair.

The designers were cozy all snug with hues, blues, and reds,
While visions of sexy Henry haunted their heads.
And Rob in his kilt, and Kim with all her Jovi crap,
Had just closed some deals and were preparing more roadmaps.

When out Conference Room A there arose such a clatter,
I leapt from my desk to see what was the matter,
Away to the window Nils flew like a flash,
He opened the window and let out a big blast

The horn of horror, the hook of the gaff, the project a go,
Gave everyone worry, would a Karin handoff they know?
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a leg thumping Nils and a new New Biz’er, my dears.

With a few months shadowing, so cool and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Katie D -  so siiick ,
More leads and sales than before, her colleagues they all came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

Now Bushee! Now, Ruks! Now, Jeffcotte, Peter and Patrick!
On, Bond! On, Dan! On Angelo, on Nick, Dave, and Creatives!
To the keyboard! To the W3 standards, to the design for all!
Now make websites! Make websites! SVN away all!

As the internet was made better by iMarcians plus ∏,
Many clients got out of the way and let their websites fly,
So up to the developer room, our colleagues we all flew,
With the room full of wine and beer, and a few forties too.

And then, in an instant, I realized my sad news was afoot,
The iMarcians crying and pouting but still gladly dividing up my loot,
As I drew in a deep breath, and was looking around,
Down memory lane Sir Nils-o-lot came with a bound

Back when he emailed delightful lines of change, mac or pc he’d asked,
And his methods had worked, I soon sat on my ball and was task’d,
A hundred proposals, presentations, sow’s, frd’s, and meetings past,
And we drank scotch, laughed, and made friendships that will last.

There were some bumps; the Charlie Brown chucked shirts, how funny!
The losses, the long drives and planes trips, chasing after money!
The post holiday party beer pong, the paintball bruise on the blog,
And the trips to White Plains, MITX, Moto, and even a drunken fog.

The great sexy Le’iMarc poster, then regretting I taught my mother RSS,
And the support of Rombi in hard times, it moved me to tears I confess.
But back to iMarc good times, shooting Show Me the Money on par,
Those limo bus rides, loudly singing Livin’ on a Prayer, like superstar(s)!

The projects were good & bad, some won awards, some went on years,
Plenty of chat, youtube links, speaking in photoshop, laughing to tears!
A trololo–ing Mastermind, the pong brothers, poor Peter’s watered face,
Surviving car rides with Rob, running with the Gazelle in the Yankee race.

Ah the memories, getting to tell and sell the iMarc work,
It’s been amazing, mixing smart geeks ,web strategy and caffeine perk,
And hours and hours of flute music outside,
And so many days of looking forward to this place, I am forever tied,

So I now come to an end, to the iMarc team I raise a glass,
Away to the South I go, my ROI has come to pass,
But ya’ll hear me exclaim, as I drink a few last drops,
“You’re the best of the best, to all I wish you much love & many props!”