Cisco's Epitaph
Now we lay him down to sleep,
We pray his AccuMed stock certificates we can keep.
All his time and energy spent,
How quickly poor ole Cisco went.
It t'was a pity he never saw ole AccuMed rise,
Probably that is what hastened the poor old guys demise.
He couldn't stay another fiscal year round,
T'was the lack of earnings that made his broken heart pound.
For life and stock gains are short, at best they say,
That's what happens when with emerging stocks you play.
If however the stock one day should rise,
We promise not to tell all the other SI guys.
If the stock should tumble and fall,
We know the proceeds won't go far at the mall.
Care he not what made him go,
Alas ACMI earnings grew too slow.
Would he want us to hold or sell,
Depends if he's in heaven or if he's in hell?
The thread alas will never be the same,
He only left few little shares, what a shame.
The medicated fax was to make him cheerie,
He ate the thing like it was from Timothy Leary.
The life and times of Cisco through his electron writings we can feel,
Let's hope his Last Will-Testament- and Codicil are for real.
For with the shares of ACMI we inherit,
When it goes down again we'll just have to bear it.
Until that great day not soon far from now comes along,
When perhaps we can sing our own victory song.
Of how our dear departed friend provided for his buds,
Lets hope the proceeds after burial expenses pays for some suds.
Frank Buck-A-Roo |
