A POAM Poem
FISMA is abysmal
It makes us jump through hoops.
We need a plan of action
And milestones to boot!
The OMB are meanies
And gatekeepers most dour.
The JAB keep watch unsmiling
With attitudes most sour.
We do our song and dance
For 3PAOs every year.
But they are not impress'ed
With what we're doing here.
And so we have a freak-out
A fire drill, a scramble.
We have to write a POAM
That we hope is not a gamble.
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