Twas the night before layoffs, when all through the cloud,
Not a server was humming, thelayoff.com was quite loud;
Pink slips hung by cubicles with care,
In hopes that Larry Ellison soon would be there.
Employees nestled in Zooms, dreaming of pay,
When boardroom clatter arose, bad news on display.
A massive AI rig, billions in cost,
Brought ruthless cuts from Big Larry, the boss.
“Now, Cerner! NetSuite! Cloud, sales, and more!
Slash away all!”—pink slips hit the floor.
He bounded in yacht gear, cigar in his teeth,
Filled stockings with “Fired!”—no mercy beneath.
Cerner’s health tech, NetSuite’s ERP boast,
Thousands were slashed, turned to corporate toast.
Then to his jet, with a whistle, he ghost.
“Happy layoffs to all, and to all a good-night!”