Hi DJ, early merry xmas to you ...
"Twas the Night Before Earnings,"
by Mary Levai
Twas the night before earnings
When all through the house
Not a gadget was selling
Not even a mouse.
The strong buys were all crafted with care
In hopes that pro forma earnings soon would be there.
The bulls were all nestled snug in their beds
While visions of bubbles danced in their heads.
When from the casino arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
To the Nasdaq, I flew like a flash
Turned on my laptop and emptied the cache.
And to what to my wandering eyes should come off
But miniature sales and rather large write-off.
On with the TV and down in my seat
I tuned in the bottom-calling elite.
With a greasy CFO so lively and quick
I've heard him before, he's known to be slick.
More rapid than cursors the analysts called bottoms
I waited, entranced, as he reeled off the hot ones:
Now Xylinx, now Gateway, now Priceline and Intel
On Maxxim, on Cisco, on Micron, and Broadcom.
To the top of the charts, let's go live to the Wall!
Now bid away, bid away, bid away all!
As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricanes fly
When they meet an obstacle mount to the sky
So back to the capital markets they flew
With road shows and bottoms and secondaries, too.
As DRAM prices went backity back,
They prayed for Hynix to fold up its pack.
I went to the rooftop to see Santa's tracks
He said, "Flat screens and cameras with all the Compaqs."
Santa sprang to his sleigh to give several whistles
Let's hide some of the DRAM in some of those missiles! |
