home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
Text File | 1987-09-04 | 3.4 KB | 135 lines | [TEXT/MACA] |
- @
- There was a young poet named Dan,
- Whose poetry never would scan.
- When told this was so,
- He said, "Yes, I know"
- It's because I try to put every possible syllable into the last line that I can.
- @
- A limerick packs laughs anatomical
- Into a space that is quite economical.
- But the good ones I've seen
- So seldom are clean,
- And the clean ones are so seldom comical.
- @
- Flappity, floppity, flip
- The mouse on the möbius strip;
- The strip revolved,
- The mouse dissolved
- In a chronodimensional skip.
- @
- There once was a girl named Irene
- Who lived on distilled kerosene
- But she started absorbin’
- A new hydrocarbon
- And since then has never benzene.
- @
- Limericks are art forms complex,
- Their topics run chiefly to sex.
- They usually have virgins,
- And masculine urgin’s,
- And other erotic effects.
- @
- There was a young lady from Hyde
- Who ate a green apple and died.
- While her lover lamented
- The apple fermented
- And made cider inside her inside.
- @
- A computer, to print out a fact,
- Will divide, multiply, and subtract.
- But this output can be
- No more than debris,
- If the input was short of exact.
- - Gigo
- @
- A very intelligent turtle
- Found programming UNIX a hurdle
- The system, you see,
- Ran as slow as did he,
- And that’s not saying much for the turtle.
- @
- A crusader’s wife slipped from the garrison
- And had an affair with a Saracen.
- She was not oversexed,
- Or jealous or vexed,
- She just wanted to make a comparison.
- @
- Nine megs for the secretaries fair,
- Seven megs for the hackers scarce,
- Five megs for the grads in smoky lairs,
- Three megs for system source;
-
- One disk to rule them all,
- One disk to bind them,
- One disk to hold the files
- And in the darkness grind ’em.
- @
- I love to eat them Smurfies
- Smurfies what I love to eat
- Bite they ugly heads off,
- Nibble on they bluish feet.
- @
- If you stick a stock of liquor in your locker,
- It is slick to stick a lock upon your stock.
- Or some joker who is slicker,
- Will trick you of your liquor,
- If you fail to lock your liquor with a lock.
- @
- ’Tis the dream of each programmer,
- Before his life is done,
- To write three lines of APL,
- And make the damn things run.
- @
- If all be true that I do think,
- There be Five Reasons why one should Drink;
- Good friends, good wine, or being dry,
- Or lest we should be by-and-by,
- Or any other reason why.
- @
- ’Tis the dream of each programmer,
- Before his life is done,
- To write three lines of APL,
- And make the damn things run.
- @
- Reclaimer, spare that tree!
- Take not a single bit!
- It used to point to me,
- Now I’m protecting it.
- It was the reader’s CONS
- That made it, paired by dot;
- Now, GC, for the nonce,
- Thou shalt reclaim it not.
- @
- Another Glitch in the Call
- ------- ------ -- --- ----
- (Sung to the tune of a Pink Floyd song.)
-
- We don’t need no indirection
- We don’t need no flow control
- No data typing or declarations
- Did you leave the lists alone?
-
- Hey! Hacker! Leave those lists alone!
-
- Chorus:
- All in all, it’s just a pure-LISP function call.
- All in all, it’s just a pure-LISP function call.
- @
- Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall,
- Aleph-null bottles of beer,
- You take one down, and pass it around,
- Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall.
- @
- 100 buckets of bits on the bus
- 100 buckets of bits
- Take one down, short it to ground
- FF buckets of bits on the bus
-
- FF buckets of bits on the bus
- FF buckets of bits
- Take one down, short it to ground
- FE buckets of bits on the bus
-
- ad infinitum...
- @
-