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[Ben Pfaff]

Edward Glowacki <glowack2@msu.edu> writes:

> Where's the trumpets fanfaring my arrival?! ;)

NETWOCKY (with apologies to Lewis Carroll, and, of course, Ed)

'Twas midnight, and the slithy admins
  Did gyre and gimble in the NOC:
All broken were the fiber rings,
  And 5cr1pt k1dd135 outgrabe.

"Beware the BSDaemon, my son!
  The horns that jab, the fork() that spawns!
Beware the ICMP bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandwidthsnatch!"

Ed took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by Sparty's statue,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Netwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling down West Circle Drive,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Netwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  Doug chortled in his joy.

'Twas midnight, and the slithy admins
  Did gyre and gimble in the NOC:
All broken were the fiber rings,
  And 5cr1pt k1dd135 outgrabe.
-- 
Peter Seebach on managing engineers:
"It's like herding cats, only most of the engineers are already
 sick of laser pointers."