Lprint #04 30 мая 1997

Smile - Poems from BROM'a.

 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".