To: Susie924 who wrote (2044 ) 12/20/1999 10:03:00 AM From: Barney Respond to of 2380
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 The banks were imploding, Going up with a flash It turned out ole Bill Had withdrawn all his cash!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."