By Fried-Frog
One night on the computer, alone in the house,
Was surfing the internet, was using the mouse;
To Microsoft.com, to download shareware,
In hopes that Mr. Bill Gates soon would be there.
The links were all nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of web-cookies danced in their heads;
And as java did run, loading script in a snap,
Animation ran smooth without any mishap.
When inside the box there arose such a clatter,
Fell out of my chair, "what the hell is the matter?"
Away went my windows, they flew like a flash,
Used all my resource and deleted my cache.
The colors were fading, the programs ran slow,
Gave the hint that the system was going to go;
When, what to my wondering ears should I hear,
Mr. Bill Gates himself, "you have nothing to fear."
With some updated drivers, so lively and quick,
For all of my hardware, even the joystick;
More rapid than ram that his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Backup! now, Floppy! now, Copy and Paste!
On, Format! on, Setup! on, Default and Save!
>From the top of the port! through directories all!
Now disk drivers! disk drivers! drivers install!"
As viruses that infect the system files fly,
When they erase all the objects, mount the hard drive;
So all through the programs the coursers they flew,
With a zip full of drivers, and Mr. Bill Gates too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw it reboot,
The spinning and clicking inside of my root;
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Upon the screen, Mr. Bill Gates, came with a bound.
He was dressed to the nines, from his head to his toes,
And his shoes were Italian with tailor made clothes;
A bundle of software in one CD pack,
And he looked like a webmaster ready to hack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose big and scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow;
His pocket protector was as white as the snow.
The Microsoft mouse he held tight in his fist,
And the cord it encircled his arm at the wrist;
He had a broad face and some coke bottle glasses,
That slid down his nose, like a drop of molasses.
He was wealthy and rich, a right nerdy old elf,
Man, what I could do with all that money myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fixed the whole system, then signed on with Mirc;
And pushing his glasses back up on his nose;
And giving a nod, through the modem he goes.
He sprang to com three, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim, as he faded from sight,
"I'll monopolize all and I'll do it up right!"