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 the situation's hopeless and your systems 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 your 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.

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ScarletRose: wooo hooo ;)

Tiny fingers
miniatures of mine
clasped tightly around my thumb

I know it's only reflex
yet it feels like so much more

But her eyes
that gaze intently
upon my face
say it all

I love you grandpa

;)

ScarletRose: Hey, nice poem. ;)

Eriisa: Meee toooo! ;)

Foxy Lady: It would seem. Perhaps I'll write a poem about that too! ;)

Ded Puppies: Poe is so dark. But I love his stuff. ;)

Foxy Lady: I was inspired. ;) clay was doing his be good to a mod day thing...so I wrote a poem ;)

woooo hoooo

Foxy Lady:

Thank you mods, your job's not easy
Especially when some of us act so sleezy
You keep your cool and take it in stride
Click a little button and put us on hide.



You read our PM's with excuses and pleas
Settling disputes which you handle with ease
You're ready and willing to hose down the flaming
And tell the offenders to get back to their gaming.



So we appreciate all the work that you do,
If BK was an art project, you'd be the glue.
And so taking this moment, we want to say THANKS!
From members the world over, and even us Yanks.

Foxy Lady: Thanks. And it also has the other meanings in the poem. :) I can't remember what we were discussing on the chat board but it was about the word chit. ;)

I'll see if I can find the mod poem I wrote. heheh

ArtfulDodger Chit 16. August 2005, 15:02:45

I went into the other room, where I like to sit,
And thoughtfully considered - this word named chit.

It’s not not a word, which means that it is,
And I’ll tell you its meaning, cuz I’m the word wiz.

A chit has little to do with a chat,
I’m sure you didn’t need me telling you that.

There’s more than one meaning, in fact there’s a few,
So sit back and relax, and I’ll tell them to you.

A chit could be a child, or a saucy young girl,
Like my neighbor’s young daughter, she makes my son hurl.

A chit is an amount owed for food or a drink,
(I’m telling you true, I looked it up in a link)

And last it means, “brownie point,” in a positive way,
Like earning vital chits, for good work done that day.

These are the true meanings so don’t throw a fit,
If you thought it meant otherwise, you didn’t know chit. ;)

Foxy Lady: :) got thank you

Foxy Lady: cool, I'll add a pic to the poem....that will be nice ;)

Foxy Lady: I just reread it...I think I'll cry. I was thinking about this when I was with Camryn today. I think I'll send it to my daughter. She'll cry for sure.

ScarletRose: Very nice. I never was very good at writing poetry but if I get brave I'll post a few I wrote in HS. ;) But when it comes to Dr Suess kind of poetry (hehe) I'm the man. ;)

Foxy Lady: I like that. It's nice :)

Foxy Lady: thanks lady :)

The Black Widow
by FeliciaStone (Member) - published: March 18, 2005
© Copyright by FeliciaStone





At the center of the web
Sits a widow spider
Always dressed in black
With a splash of red -
(It’s slendering, you know);
Shirt cut low
With cups pulled high
And a shake-n-bake tan.
Always a fresh manicure,
Pedicure and waxed brows
From the afternoon spa.

“Hey there!” She sings
In her cheerleader voice
With forced giggle
And playful flirtings -
That have the effect
(On enlightened ones)
Of fingernails on a chalkboard.
And every conversation
(With the layers peeled off)
Only chants, “Me.”

Another tiny butterfly is stopped
By the sticky strands.
“Aren’t you a nice little thing,”
The spider seduces…
“How lucky I am to have you…”
She repeats,
As the appreciative butterfly,
Caught up in conversation
Doesn’t notice
The nurturing spider
Spinning her tighter and tighter
Into her burial gauze.

As she sucks the blood
From her innocent guest
She doesn’t notice
Or care
That the life force is damaged
And the butterfly is fading away,
Because she feels the vibration
Of other visitors
And is busy figuring out
How to make this look innocent
As she calls out to the next,
“Hey there!...”

Felicia Stone 3/17/05

Bebs: I knew it wasn't by you but I didn't get the joke. But then I'm just a little monkey! ;0

Bebs: :) I'm still trying to figure out the joke. ;)

http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu/~emma/poetry/poetry.html

Cathy1: Alfred Noyes

I think I know what you mean. :)

Someone I once trusted
He lied, so he's busted

No apology or excuse
Would explain the abuse

Betrayal of friends
He won't make amends

He continues the lies
He's the lord of the flies

But we reap what we sow
So others will know

The truth he can't hide
Though we all know, he's tried

It's a site to behold
Where the truth can be told

No twisting nor tales
The truth ship now sails

It's launching complete
It's design to defeat

All the lies and distortions
Tales out of proportion

The truth now made clear
For all who will hear

Now this poem can be grown
Just add a line of your own