Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad VI"
 

learning

Coming to fun questions he asked now:
In the formula bar and is it fair
to edit a cell?" He tried, "I can. Auh!
Yes! I can!" success filled him with air.

Altogether his workbook looked so great.
Aware it wasn't ready for the planet
without teaching it, and he wasn't afraid
to do such. He needed to program it.

Just like a young one, it was still fragile,
it had to gain strength over the course of time.

He rushed, showered and shaved, happy, agile
satisfied, his bodily functions fine.

He was up to the present and the other
things to come. Most important was Sunshine.
One more look at his spreadsheet to gather
info, potty trained, soon would there be time
so that it could walk all by itself through
the obstacle expected in its life-span.
A few more changes, which he had to do.

Language added and debugging he can
while testing his worksheet, correct errors
make a macro or two and record her,
add functions, values, borders and colors.

 
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...can functions...