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Today's poems[12.5.01]
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The sexual life of the camel
Is weirder than anyone thinks.
One night in an orgy of passion
It tried to bugger the sphinx.
But the sphinx's posterior passage
Was blocked by the sands of the Nile
Which accounts for the hump on the camel
And the sphinx's inscrutable smile.
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Some Blondes are ugly but smart,
Others are dumb but sexy and fine,
So never go around showing off your girl,
or you might just get outta line!
Sent by Chris
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DR. SUESS ON PCS
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,
and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,
and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,
then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house,
says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,
that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and you screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,
then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!
When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,
and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk,
then you have to flash your memory, and you'll want to RAM your ROM.
Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom.
Copyright © Gene Ziegler
Email: Gene_Ziegler@Cornell.edu
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There was a young man from Nantucket
Took a pig in a thicket to fuck it.
Said the pig, "Oh, I'm queer,
Get away from my rear. . .
Come around to the front and I'll suck it."
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The was a young lady with worts
In the most private of places, of course.
She went to the doctor
Who said he would shock her,
But voltage would not be the source.
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