Havoc with Spring-Loaded Crutches
The worm has made our cities black
And cast us into turmoil
Our defence is hopelessly slack
In anguish now, we toil
I feel there's little I can do
My power has ebbed away
Still, we could drown Bill Gates if you
Could find a nice deserted bay
I've heard there's one real close to where
The eskimos are fishing
So pack your parka, air your spare
We're going on a mission
Tell us, please, Mr. Wily Bill
One reason not to do you in
We'll ship you off to Blue Screen-ville
Where you can wallow in your sin
The palace isn't far from here
Its fallen pillars beckon
(You see, a Windows engineer
Had somehow failed to reckon
The havoc bugs can wreak when they
Are triggered by a user
So, if a worm should come thy way
Tough luck, pal - you're a loser)
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, N, Womble, K8, smrtypnts. |
| Poem finished: | 15th August 2003. |