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Poetry found on the internet: Viruwormy

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Viruwormy

'Twas eunicks and the asky chars
Did grepp and skanneff at the nik:
All mimdy were the hyperstars,
And the rad ravs outsmick.

"Beware the Viruworm, my son!
Let not its bits in temp space get!
Guard well the Passpass word, and shun
The durbious Internet!"

He put his darpal code in ram:
Long time the decson foe he sought--
So waited he, in the Dirdir tree
And slept awhile, swapped out.

And as with hashish dreams he slept,
The Viruworm--that spawn from shell--
Fast fingring through the mayle, it crept,
And gettessed from Koornell!

Ping, pong! Ping, pong! And long by long
The darpal code went hicker-hack!
It ran no more, and with its core
He went dispiling back.

"And hast thou killed the Viruworm?
Nok bless your promms, my sparkish toy!
O megga win! Ess are eye! Bee bee enn!"
He broadcast in his joy.

'Twas eunicks and the asky chars
Did grepp and skanneff at the nik:
All mimdy were the hyperstars,
And the rad ravs outsmick.

- Ed Combs


I'm not sure what the Jub-jub bird would do.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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