CoderWocky
Or on hunting the net for viruses
‘Twas Idle, with ninety nine percent
Of the processor going bit less
All blank were the memories
With protection applied.
“Beware the Bots, My son!
The code that duplicates, the keywords untrue!
Beware the page that fakes, and shun
The spammers that prowl!”
He took his app in memory;
Long time the IP’s he searched-
So rested he by a ‘nothers home page
And he built him an update.
And, as in execution he stood,
The malicious code, with bytes of disdain,
Loaded itself onto his own page,
And tempted as it loaded!
Zero! One! Zero! One! The packets exchanged
The app went beep-beep!
He left it quarantined, and with its source,
He went requesting back.
“And hast thou stopped the spread?
Come to my arms, my binary boy!
O Gigabyte day! TCP be praised!”
He compiled his joy.
‘Twas Idle, with ninety nine percent
Of the processor going bit less
All blank were the memories
With protection applied.
Or on hunting the net for viruses
‘Twas Idle, with ninety nine percent
Of the processor going bit less
All blank were the memories
With protection applied.
“Beware the Bots, My son!
The code that duplicates, the keywords untrue!
Beware the page that fakes, and shun
The spammers that prowl!”
He took his app in memory;
Long time the IP’s he searched-
So rested he by a ‘nothers home page
And he built him an update.
And, as in execution he stood,
The malicious code, with bytes of disdain,
Loaded itself onto his own page,
And tempted as it loaded!
Zero! One! Zero! One! The packets exchanged
The app went beep-beep!
He left it quarantined, and with its source,
He went requesting back.
“And hast thou stopped the spread?
Come to my arms, my binary boy!
O Gigabyte day! TCP be praised!”
He compiled his joy.
‘Twas Idle, with ninety nine percent
Of the processor going bit less
All blank were the memories
With protection applied.
Gerald Pereira
Well, what do YOU think?
4 comments:
Nice one!!!
Twas squalig for the vapid prose
To mingle with the Bard
All bongsy was the techie verse
That mangulates the word
Beware the Jabberwock my son
The comments bite and scratch
Beware the Watcher Bird and run
From spurious Brandy-clutch
He brought his processor up front
Long time the coded bytes he sought
But waited whilst the Crumbum set
And waited while it thought
But as he wandered in his mind
Jabberwock with fiery eyes
Sprang from the twisted fog
And singing as it sprang
Tra la, tra la, and tri li li
Its laser sythe went through his face
He let it down, then with his crown
He slithered back to base
So watch that shit The Watchbird cried
Don’t mess with master’s verse
The fruglish spang that scrunches spam
Will brantoform a curse
Twas squalig for the vapid prose
To mingle with the bard
All bongsy were the techie verse
That mangulates the word
@Azrael
Thanks!
@jj
Who might this this comment poet be?... But anyway, not exactly messing with it, just having fun!
Cheer up bro, so was I - no offense. It's just that Lewis Carol is my very most favourite writer and I just couldn't help meself
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