The Night before the Keynote
'Twas the night before Keynote,
when in Cook's house,
Not an iMac was stirring,
Not even a Magic Mouse;
His jeans were placed on his dresser with care,
With thoughts that "a whole lot more" would soon be there;
Jony and Craig were snuggled up in their beds,
While visions of wearables danced in their heads;
But Tim could not sleep, no he couldn't rest,
For tomorrow he would unveil Apple's very best,
Then from his iPhone there arose such a clatter,
Tim ran to his dock to see what was the matter;
He intuitively slid to unlock with a flash,
Thinking as he did Samsung still owes Apple cash,
His dimly lit screen emitted a glow,
That illuminated his shrine of Steve Jobs below;
When what to Tim's wondering eyes should appear,
An iMessage from Phil Schiller that read 'Oh Dear!',
Tim's heart skipped a beat as he read on,
"Tim after today all our critics will be gone."
'Twas the night before Keynote,
when in Cook's house,
Not an iMac was stirring,
Not even a Magic Mouse;
His jeans were placed on his dresser with care,
With thoughts that "a whole lot more" would soon be there;
Jony and Craig were snuggled up in their beds,
While visions of wearables danced in their heads;
But Tim could not sleep, no he couldn't rest,
For tomorrow he would unveil Apple's very best,
Then from his iPhone there arose such a clatter,
Tim ran to his dock to see what was the matter;
He intuitively slid to unlock with a flash,
Thinking as he did Samsung still owes Apple cash,
His dimly lit screen emitted a glow,
That illuminated his shrine of Steve Jobs below;
When what to Tim's wondering eyes should appear,
An iMessage from Phil Schiller that read 'Oh Dear!',
Tim's heart skipped a beat as he read on,
"Tim after today all our critics will be gone."