Strange Bits Of Filth
Kansas Sam's brain overheated
Thank God for the spare in the trunk
Though it needs its synapses treated
It's easily done while he's drunk
Kansas Sam keeps on falling over
(He's running on Windows NT)
The Prestone he guzzles, moreover,
Just makes him yearn for a pee
Kansas Sam's re-booted daily
Yet blue-screens still dance in his head
He's in love with a server called Hailey
Her drive bay he'd like to embed
Kansas Sam's caught that new virus
(So-Big's what he wanted to be)
He's backed up his thoughts on papyrus
(His floppy disk's too small, you see...)
Kansas Sam's operation's illegal
Except in the Netherlands, where
Sex with a server (or beagle)
Is neither forbidden nor rare
Kansas Sam's going to Holland
Where the age of consent for PCs
Was recently lowered to one and
a half, or six months for just a striptease
Kansas Sam's very excited
His hard drive is now aptly named
and his motherboard is delighted
(You'd think she'd be rather ashamed)
(You'd think she'd be rather ashamed)
Kansas Sam needs a partition
To keep his drive clean in her bay
And then when he comes to fruition
Hardware in software, it's better that way
Kansas Sam has a re-writer
40x24x40x, I think
His discs are etched cleaner and brighter
Than a freshly zamboni'd ice rink
Contributors: | Fatty, Ethetran, fester, Beefy, ellie, Kansas Sam, Anon., (trad), F, smrytpnts, dok, smrtypnts. |
Poem finished: | 19th September 2003. |