Road of Peas

When you are young
You sit, you’re done
It’s almost fun.
But when you’re gray
You sit all day
And come what may.

Maple, Maple, show me your belly, do

You’re not bashful, you know a trick or two

You aren’t just an indoor kitty

You go explore the city

But you come back, for every snack

And for every cuddling too

Scoundrels
know no boundrels

Our server
It lives at your place
Let’s move it now
Through hyperspace

Well microwave links
They flutter and sput
Let’s move it again
To the server farm hut

Connections
Are more certain now
And download speeds
you know are like Wow!

One hopes

(with apologies to those that shave)

numbers haunt me
they will not stop
two lines of four
a couple more

all cheese
all milk
all butter
sen proxmire

place ingredients in all electrical appliances and treat for six days

serves all
(if more are expected, double portions.)

sneak up and push you
into the neutrino stream
change you forever

A more beautiful hymn I have never found
Than a tree in celebration of the ground