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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over flames on Usenet that contained Mac vs. Windows fare.
Suddenly I read a ranting that could not be less enchanting.
Words that seemed to start a planting of ideas I couldn't bear.
"'Tis some child on AOL," I muttered, "writing things I cannot
bear."
Ah, I started reminiscing about better platform dissing.
'Twas debate that wasn't missing a certain amount of flair
Then my eyes began to narrow as I clicked the forward arrow
And those words became a harrow raking my posterior
On this chair upon which sat my well-cushioned posterior
Then I nested in the newsgroup not confronting the nincompoop
Til a picture started forming underneath my graying hair
Greasy scalp and chin unshaven, there materialized the maven
Crowing clones have conquered 'cross the continents without a care.
What was it about the PC that could make him walk on air?
On I read his words infernal, backed up by some walled street journal
Wouldst some virtual chat arena could provide notes to compare.
There I would engage his malice, meet his barbs with skin made callous
But he had a busted Palace client he could not repair.
Did the broken program lend humility he could declare?
Timidly I started typing as my passions started piping
Marvelous Mac advantages that are acknowledged everywhere
Poised from my presidio I spoke of digital video
How I felt such pity over feats Windows could not do there.
"How would he respond?" I wondered, as I sat upon my chair.
Heading down a road didactic, I switched to another tactic
Internet development was surely something to compare.
As media maker or server, Windows was a mere observer
While the Mac OS was that which toiled in the creators' lair
The Web is the new publishing, and to it the Mac is the heir.
Starting to feel some frustration, I talked about applications
"With over 8,000 apps, the Mac has programs left to spare.
No need to drive past the border. You can buy many mail-order.
Or right on the Net where shelf space pressure isn't brought to bear."
Mac development is strong and hasn't fallen for the scare.
"Fiend!" My voice was coarse and chiming. "Here I am replying,
rhyming!
"Up the wall I'm quickly climbing as your mantra does ensnare."
If Windows is so enticing, surely you can find the icing
On the cake. some paradise engulfing your choice of hardware!
Why do you use that OS that pains a person's derriere?
Surely as time changes season, back I turned to trying reason.
Macs have more advantages that he simply could not forswear.
OS-level hooks for scripting, WorldScript is a very hip thing.
QuickDraw 3D and GX make graphics that are not threadbare.
Four OS advantages that Windows simply couldn't pair.
Teeth clenched as I stood my station, I took on configuration.
Windows' use of Plug and Play involves a lot of Plot and Prayer.
Macs users don't sit there while Windows updates their setup files,
And they can move their files around without aliases asking, "Where?"
Windows loses shortcuts with the ease you can make paper tear.
On and on I caught the shallow fellow with his head so fallow
Not able to praise the product of the Redmond billionaire.
As when you put a disk in those PC clones that do run Windows,
His brain showed no recognition that something had been placed there.
Maybe it too needed to refresh to make the contest fair.
"Piddling punk with points so porous. Eat Big Macs and drive your
Taurus."
You can wage your market war as working wins in my warfare
Then, to my contestant craven, I said goodbye as the maven
Made his monologues, a slave indentured to his dark despair
Seeking souls to save his face, he lost his lot of savoir faire.
But the maven Usenet's hosting, still is posting, still is posting.
Picayune percentages about which Mac users don't care.
In his chant there is no telling. In his chest is no pride swelling.
Ask and there's nothing compelling he could tell you on a dare
Ask him why Windows is wondrous; all you'll get is a blank stare
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