"Beware the JabberSoft, my son!"

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gater and vistal in the Mond:
All mimsy were the borodmoves,
And the meme maths outgrobe.

"Beware the JabberSoft, my son!
The laws that bite, the clause that catch!
Beware the Jobjob bird, and shun
The frumious Bandwidthsnatch!"

He took his vorpal mouse in hand:
Long time the manxsoft foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tuxtux tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The JabberSoft, with emails lame,
Came whaffling through the tulgrey code,
And crashled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The portal mouse went snicker-clack!
He left it dead, and with its balmer head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabbersoft?
Come to my arms, my beamish fanboy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his kernel.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gater and vistal in the Mond;
All mimsy were the borodmoves,
And the meme maths outgrobe.
*By Lobster (Puppy Linux forums)