Once upon a workshift weary, I was searching, bleak and bleary, Searching for forgotten files lost inside our data store -- As I sat there, not by choosing, fighting sleep and badly losing, I considered trying snoozing -- snoozing on my office floor. "Not a bad idea," I grumbled, '"snoozing on my office floor -- I can't take this anymore." But when I eyed the office tile, tile uncleaned for quite awhile, Sleeping on it didn't sound as good as it had seemed before -- I replanned my plan for napping, but there came a sudden snapping, Just like noodles wetly slapping -- slapping on my office door. Why would I be hearing noodles slapping on my office door? Yet I heard the sound once more. Fearing someone had been spying, watching me as I'd been trying, Trying to get comfortable and have myself a little snore, I jumped up, my stomach sinking, tired eyes all red and blinking, All the while grimly thinking that the boss was at my door. So I looked into the hall to see who was outside my door -- There was Ramen, nothing more. "Ramen?" said I, "are you joking? What the heck are you guys smoking? "Who's the wiseguy throwing Ramen out here on the hallway floor?" In response, the Ramen jiggled, and much worse, it even giggled, Just before it slowly wiggled -- wiggled through my open door. Boiled Ramen slithered unassisted through my open door. And it brought in so much more. The Ramen carried loads of snacks, bagged and boxed and sealed in packs, Sodas, bottled tea and coffees -- endless hacker fuel galore. It handed me some candy bars, made by Hershey's, Clark, and Mars, My sugar level reached the stars, but still the Ramen did implore -- As it gave me gobs of sweets and drinks the Ramen did implore: "Come on, buddy, have some more." "Fiend!" I cried, "I know you well! You Midnight Munchies spawn from hell! "Do you think I haven't met up with your evil kind before? "You pretend you're my salvation, but you're nothing but damnation, "I reject your foul temptation, planned to leave me dumping core! "I won't eat your junk food till my system ends up dumping core!" This I said and ate no more. Yet the Ramen, still persisting, waved a noodle, long and twisting, Pointing out its racks of snacks in ways that I could not ignore -- >From within there came a rumbling, as my stomach started grumbling, And my will just started crumbling, as I viewed the Ramen's store. As I viewed the many cakes and candies in the Ramen's store, Quoth the Ramen, "Have some more." God forgive me, I was beaten, and before long I had eaten Untold mounds of crunchy chips and chocolate cookies by the score -- Sodas fast were disappearing, donut boxes I was clearing, As the Ramen sat there cheering, knowing it had won the war. In the battle of our wills the Ramen now had won the war. Quoth the Ramen, "Have some more." And so the hours rattled on, all pretense of working gone, As I swallowed sickly sweets like I had never done before. Then my hunger grew quite feral, and too late it sensed its peril -- When the Ramen tried to barrel -- tried to barrel out my door, I consumed the Ramen when it tried to barrel out my door. There's no Ramen anymore. Thus the Ramen was defeated, and I now had what I needed -- What I needed that would help my ragged mind and mood restore. All the wrappers I'd been shredding, now would make the perfect bedding, Since there was such even spreading, all across my office floor. So I sprawled upon the wrappers spread across my office floor. There I slept and worked no more.