The Charge of the Agere Brigade
1.
Half a point, half a point,
Half a point downward,
All in the Market of Death
Rode the IPO.
"Forward, the Light Telco Equip!
"Charge for the frightened investors!" he said:
Into the Market of Death
Rode the IPO.
2.
"Forward, the Light Telco Equip!"
Was there a new-made CEO dismay'd?
Not tho' the analyst knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the Market of Death
Rode the IPO.
3.
Shorters to right of them,
Scalpers to left of them,
Recession in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with panic and fear,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the IPO.
4.
Flash'd all their balance sheet bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the analysts there,
Offering while investors only love cash,
while all the market wonder'd:
Plunged in the FUD-smoke
Right thro' support they broke:
CSCO and LU and JDSU
Reel'd from the overcapacity
Shatter'd and sunder'd by bad debts.
Then the market closed, but not
Not at the hoped-for market cap.
5.
Shorters to right of them,
Scalpers to left of them,
Recession in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with panic and fear,
While valuation and forward earnings fell,
They that had hoped for 20
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
a measly 6 bucks.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild IPO they made!
All the market wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Agere Brigade,
Noble IPO.
With apologies to the ghost of Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
