The fries look scrupmtious, and done deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And calories to burn before I sleep,
And calories to burn before I sleep.
P.S. Apologies to a certain English poet who is probably tossing around in his grave right now.
P.P.S. All the poetry in me seems to surface while I’m at the office. Who says applied digital electronics in general and memory interfaces in particular are mundane? Inspires the stuff as much as an idyllic English afternoon or the first showers of the Indian monsoon might.