T'was The Nite Before Implementation

T'was the nite before implementation and all through the house, 
Not a program was working, not even a browse.
The programmers hung by their tubes in despair, 
With hopes that a miracle soon would be there.
The users were nestled all snug in their beds, 
While visions of orders danced in their heads.
When out in the norand room there arose such a clatter, 
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a super programmer with six pack of root beer.
His resume glowed with experience so rare,
He turned out great code with a bit pusher's flare.
More rapid than eagles, his programs they came,
And He cursed and muttered and called them by name.
On Update! On Add! On Inquiry! On Delete!
On Batch Jobs! On Closings! On Functions Complete!
His eyes were glazed over, fingers nimble and lean, 
From weekends and nites in front of the screen.
A wink of his eye and a twitch of his head, 
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 
Turning specs into code and then with a jerk.
And laying his finger upon the "ENTER" key, 
The system came up and worked perfectly.
The updates updated, the deletes they deleted, 
The inquiries inquired and closings completed.
He tested each whistle, and tested each bell, 
With nary a bomb, and all had gone well.
The system was finished, the tests were concluded, 
The users last changes, were even included.
And the user exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt, 
It's just what I asked for, but not what I want.