'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse. The computer was humming, the icons were hopping, As Papa did last-minute Internet shopping. The stockings were hung by the modem with care In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of computer games danced in their heads. PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan, And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann. The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom, To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com - Which has now been re-routed to Washington State Because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill Gates. All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle. After centuries of a life that was simple and spare, St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire, With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh, And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the way From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans. The elves have stock options and desks with a view, Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue. No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive, From now on Christmas runs only on Win95. More rapid than eagles the competitors came, And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name. "Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too, Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through, It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist, It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist - Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf, And on the package, a picture of Santa himself. Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme, And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream. To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow! Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!" And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, The whir and the hum of our satellite platter, As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky, The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy. As I sprang from my bed and was turning around, My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound. And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates. And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright, Have a MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT. Send this poem to a friend 1 Roses are reddish, Violets are blueish, If it wasn't for Christmas, We'd all be Jewish. Send this poem to a friend 2 NET FRUSTRATION I've been sat here hours, my eyes are feeling sore, I'm staying up all night, because I'm looking to score. The Net causes frustration, because I can't get sex for free, I search and search for hours, but I need a credit card to see. I bought myself a web cam, so I can chat and play, but I don't see any ladies, so I wish that I was gay. Is there anyone out there, who is as lonely as me? staring at my screen, I wish that I could see Hang on - who is this? It is a female figure, she looks like my Grandma, but my Grandma is slimmer. She says her name is Helga, so I ask about the weather, but she thinks I'm a bore, because I'm not into leather. I start to look for more, by now, I know the score, but Sarah B won't answer and Lisa X is busy. But wait - I must be dreaming, I see a blonde lady, I smile at her picture and she smiles back at me. She speaks, but I can't hear, She hears but now can't see, I think my PC's broken, Why does this happen to me? She is looking puzzled and I can't seem to fix it but I can't wait to start, I guess I'll have to risk it. I think I am in love, I hope she feels the same, Oh, damn my PC's crashed ! But boy, how I just came ! Sent by ANON Send this poem to a friend 3 There once was a lass from Kilbride, who lost her vibrator inside, she went to the doctor to see it and so he decided to free it He opened her up and filled her with grease, he pulled on the base and out it did ease Now she's got a husband, the dildo is no use, the only problem is for him, her pussy feels too loose Sent by Dan Send this poem to a friend 4 Mary had a little lamb, its coat was full of fleas, but even worse the little crap, had foot and mouth desease Sent by Jono Send this poem to a friend 5
