Tombstone Epitaph

More fun with names with Owen Moore in Battersea, London, England:
Gone away
Owin' more
Than he could pay.

The National Anthem of Windows Nation



 In honor of the new Windows Flag above the corporate campus:

           OLE can you C, by the fonts of TrueType,
       What so proudly we mailed to our users upgrading?
  Whose class libs and tool bars, through the marketing hype,
    Four meg RAM cards they'd bought, final beta awaiting.
      And the testers declare, fix the bugs on the share,
        Codeview'd every byte of our way cool software.
         Oh, say does that user friendly icon yet wave
                   O'er the land of the GUI,
                 and the Windows of the brave.



                                   copyright (c) 1992, Bogus Music
                                   lyrics, deanb
                                   inspiration, stevesh

            To an ancient divine of Tyrone 
            Was the art of rebushing cunts known. 
                In each cunt he would ram 
                A fine, prime raw ham, 
            And then deftly extracted the bone, 

There once was a man from St. Pauls
Who used to perform in the halls.
His favorite trick
Was to stand on his prick
And roll off the stage on his balls. 

Rosalina, a pretty young lass
Had a bruly magnificant ass:
Not rounded and pink,
As you possibly think -
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.