A little Holiday Spirit...
Subject: Twas the night before Y2K...
Twas the night before Y2K,
And all through the nation
We awaited The Bug,
With extreme trepidation.
The chips were replaced
In computers with care,
In hopes that ol' Bugsy
Wouldn't stop there.
Innocents could think
They were snug in their beds
But the Nerds tossed and turned
With dread in their heads.
Ma with her PC,
And I with my Mac
Had just logged on the Net
And kicked back with a snack.
When over the server,
There arose such a clatter
I screamed "Holy Gates!
What could be the matter!"
The banks were imploding,
Going up with a flash
It turned out ole Bill
Had withdrawn all his cash!
My browser turned sluggish,
My email bounced back,
All the icons were sliding
Down the screen of my Mac.
I thought of rebooting
With an anti-virus drug
But I knew it was hopeless
Against the Y2K Bug.
Bill Gates' face downloaded
In no time at all,
He whistled and shouted,
"Let Mac systems FALL!
"No Intel! No Gateway!
No HP! Big Blue!
Compaq and Micron
And Packard-Bell too!
"All processors big,
All processors small,
Crash away! Crash away!
Crash away all!
"Take out the power plants,
Let taps run dry,
Kill microwaves, VCRs,
Planes in the sky!"
I jumped up with fright
And was turning around,
When out through the modem,
Gates! came with a bound.
He was covered with ermine,
And slung on his back
Was a sackful of viruses,
Set for attack.
His eyes-how they twinkled,
His dimples-how merry,
In childish delight
Like hell's emissary.
He had a plump little face
Looking something like Nero,
And in no time at all
He destroyed my Track zero.
His face was transfixed,
And perpetually grinning,
Making just a brief smile
When my hard drive stopped spinning.
A wink of his eye,
And a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know
A new feeling of dread.
He spoke not a word
But whizzed over the land,
Ruining all things electronic
With a wave of his hand.
He zoomed from each system,
To the folks next in line,
Causing total disruption,
Which he thought was sublime.
When all was a shambles,
There was one last resort,
Emptying our checkbooks
To Microsoft tech support.
We'd end the millennium
Hearing that voice onerous:
"Stay on the line,
Your call's important to us." |
