Smile --==< Poems from Brom'a >==-- 04
WW: Today, in this section, we Brom, with his poems on the
computer theme. Do not be too hard, I think, is his first, not
the bad moves.
Location modems?
From ARS'a vestimo
He is somewhere scored their
And we sell ...
NIGHT
User on the network walks
Something sends
Something shakes
He calls on the bbs
And sysop from his chair with tears
Lost my bed
Paul the second,
Need sleep.
Malicious user, simply skunk
Hung server
Hour in a row.
Tired of all sysop
And he sent the whole world
He's in there ....
AXE
A pair of white keys
Under my desk
All, and covered the Spectrum
Zinc basin
On the floor, under cabinet
Look here
Dogaraet something
Can drive?
On the table hopper
There was a monitor
And burn a floppy disk
Whose is the ax?
This angry dad
Drilled here all
He beat all lapatoy
And with the ax?
I remember! Together with his father
There was also a grandfather
Ax crushed it for a long time,
Company no longer exists.
So if the house
Do you have an ax
Hide under the couch
New Monitor
Put it under the bath
All your floppy
And apart from the company
In my mother's meatballs
So if it is to visit
To you look in my grandfather
Let ax no sharpening
Company no longer exists.
Lights up on a chair monitor
Top vtyknuty ax
Again came to visit his grandfather.
Do not listen to user my advice
And the monitor is no longer
Now I'll give the new council
So that one hundred percent
Broke some old man.
Take and collect you all in the bag
Floppy, joystick, put it in a pot
Take thou this is all in your hand
And Bring the old bandit
Let him play in the Dizzy
Whole year,
But even the first part will not work
He seems wonderful, and Tetris.
But is not this old man bad?
Reply to Navinkah can give,
But until the diagnosis is not necessary
Grandpa is sitting at home and looked out the window
A long time all monitors polamalas
And drive in a barn dismantled
Comes to us a simple conclusion:
Around the same world, no one is he is.
So it remember the great words:
"Saw saws in the country you wood."
Nightmare.
Why sysop today
Woke up ten times?
Because some malicious user
Hung the server per hour in a row.
Though he had calmed down
Man gave a nap,
He worked in the morning should be
It was early to rise.
User to spit on it
School can wait.
And in general reading Newskah,
He forgot that you should sleep
A sysop is already shaking
Night dreaming TR-DOS,
Hair crept
And without vodka red nose.
All doctors stubbornly insists
Need more rest
But a crappy user
Does not give the poor guy to sleep
He telephoned
Middle of the night will be all
And repeats nasty bass
"Where the sysop and connection?
So gentlemen sysops
Beer to drink less
And not that their health
You can not buy.
WW: In the fifth room read prodozhenie parody "The Messenger".
