Forth from the classroom straightaway
All alone strode Haufwatha
Proudly, with his books in a satchel
Slung carelessly behind him
And the birds cooed around him
Hoping to catch his eye, for a date
Maybe to the dance on the morrow.
And the team, bouncing a ball
man short, called out
But heeded he not, nor turn aside
For elsewhere, his thoughts were.
"Where do you want to go today?"
And his heart within him fluttered
As he took his seat, and gazed
On the message scrolling, again,
Across that darkened screen.
Then, as one in slumber did Haufwatha
Reach a hand out to the mouse
That lay inert on its pad
A left, and a right, and the screen
Did leap into sudden brilliance.
Far into the night did Haufwatha
Sit staring into that screen
Browsing all those web sites
Showing the great traditions,
The achievements of the crackers
The wisdom of the hackers
The craft of the bombers
The antics of the porn stars
Till the machine down the hall
Ran out of jolt cola
And so it was; time to go home.
Click! Click! The windows closed
Revealing others behind them.
Heavens! I need a pee!
Keeping his legs close together
To the washroom did Haufwatha
Shuffle, splashing in his haste
Everywhere but that receptacle
Of bright, white porcelain
A-waiting to safely dispose
That stream of pungent liquid.
Surely, a remedy awaits somewhere
Somebody has a solution
All for this problem; let me search -
Ah-Ha! - the LMSoM -
The School of Marksmanship
For Little Men - for short;
"May contain nuts" half a dollar -
That half-croissant on a plate;
"Anonymously; or get one and write!"
Click! Click! The links beckoned
And there unfolded ideas bizarre
Launched; and meeting sharp criticism.
Annotations to the right of them,
Annotations to what's left of them,
[M-F-D] tags below them,
"Not an idea" and fish skeletons
Piling up in neat rows
Where the author wanted croissants.
And there, within those stark pages
Were people carrying out, apparently,
"But wags, do you not agree - "
And so on, and so forth.
Thus it was that Haufwatha
Decide to join in haufbaking.
Clicked he in the user field
And typed a handle, a new, fresh one,
With fingers a-blur as he
Typed the **** into the password field.
"Start - Programs - Word"
For he wanted the spellings correct
And the grammar perfect
For those demanding people, out there.
Then, with his imagination
Did he elaborate on that idea,
That perfect, half baked idea,
That was possible, yet not possible
For interesting reasons.
When all was done, did Haufwatha
Insert an error here, and delete a letter there -
For it must seem as pristine
As unchecked by a spell-checker.
"New" "Add an idea" "OK"
And it ended up in Other/General.
And there it awaits, dear friends,
Haufwatha waiting for his dues,
Half ten half croissants.