To the tune of “You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch”, with appologies to Bill Gates (who, by most accounts, is a pretty swell guy).
You’re a mean one, Mr. Gates.
You really are a troll.
You’re as cuddly as a pointer,
You’re as kewl as AOL.
Mr. Gates.
You’re an old 486,
Whose harddrive is full.
You’re a virus, Mr. Gates.
Your heart pipes to dev/null.
Your brain is full of bloatware,
You’ve got bugs within your code.
Mr. Gates.
I wouldn’t ping you, through a
thirty-nine-and-a-half hop route!
You’re a lamer, Mr. Gates.
You have Blue Error Screens of Death.
You have all the debugging charm
Of a segmentation fault.
Mr. Gates.
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take - the segmentation fault!
You’re an iMac, Mr. Gates.
You’re a damaged stick of RAM.
Your heart is full of porno-pics.
Your soul is full of SPAM.
Mr. Gates.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: “Abort, Retry, Ignore”.
You’re a null pointer, Mr. Gates.
You’re the king of software clots.
You’re heart’s a kernel error
With a General Protection Fault,
Mr. Gates.
Your code is an apalling event stack overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
error handling statments,
Mangled up in spaghetti code.
Your software crashes, Mr. Gates.
With a hanging super-hang.
You’re a greedy geeky techie
And you make such greedy deals.
Mr. Gates.
You’re a three hundred megabyte OS/browser
combo
With memory leaks.