Luserwocky

With apologies to Lewis Carol

'twas brillig and the luser hordes
did whine and grumble on the phone
All clueless where the PHB's
And the coffee jug did foam.

Beware the cluon sink my son
The eyes that glaze, the "one more thing"
Beware the bogon field and shun
the snares of marketing

He took his BOFHish lart and man:
Longtime the clueless foe he sought --
So rested he in a game of quake,
and sat a while and thought.

And as in righteous quake he played,
The cluon sink, with eyes of lead
came stomping through the field of cubes,
Of bogons was it's head

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The BOFHish lart went clicky-clack!
He left it dead, and with its disk
He went galumphing back

"And, has thou slain the cluon sink?
Come to my arms, my BOFHish Bob!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He reported back to TOY.

'twas brillig and the luser hordes
did whine and grumble on the phone
All clueless where the PHB's
And the coffee jug did foam.

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