I wrestled with a client all last week,
for after answering his questions right,
I had to counter his attempts to tweak
our joint perspective till, within his sight,
he’d get results he sought (or tried to seek).
I used deliberate words and expert might.
I had to be exactly, clearly nice.
And though it wasn’t fair I was precise.

(Ottava Rima)

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