Funny poem I found over at digg.com by a user named bsuto
Twas the night before Macworld, and all through the house
Not a fanboy was using a two-button mouse
Old iBooks were listed on eBay with care
In the hopes that new Yonahs would soon be there
iPods and nanos were snug in their docks
Alarms set for 9 AM on their Cupertino clocks
Me in a black turtleneck and some blue jeans
Had just prepped my browser for keynote streams
When from Mail.app there came an alert
I paused my iTunes and smoothed out my shirt
I maximized the window without the Genie Effect
That is one preference that I've left unchecked
My IMAP was down so I checked it with POP
The spinning beachball threatened never to stop
But lo, this isn't Classic, there wasn't a bomb
Instead I got a message from
steve@mac.com
I cried with joy, for in between sobs
I knew that this Steve was certainly Jobs
More rapid than eagles his new products came
I struggled to blog as he introduced them by name
"Now Mac Mini! Now iBook! Now Plasma! Now Viiv!
On iLife! On iWeb! On Mac OS X 10.5!
I'm really excited about these products I say!
They're better than before and they're shipping today!"
Quicker than iTunes 5 became iTunes 6
He choked on his words and issued a bug fix
Then he addressed all the developer girls and boys
With the great things about all of his new toys
"Some of these things may still be in Beta
But that doesn't matter 'cause we've got Rosetta"
At some point he lost me with all the words he could yield
And then, he was there, in my reality field
He was dressed like me: his turtleneck black
His denim jeans blue and a little bit of slack
He switched different glasses when reading the screen
The hair on his head was kind of lean
But there was a smile on his face that wasn't as thin
And some definite stubble growing on his chin
He held in his hand some blue device
That for all I could tell only advanced through the slides
He kept taking swigs from a bottle of water
And told me how URGE was going to be slaughtered
by iTunes and how that would settle the end
because as we know it's got better DRM
He then handed me a box, which was sealed hard
And asked in return for my credit card
I opened it up, and what did I see
But another device for playing an MP3
I sat there speechless; this wasn't so great
Forget iTunes 7, now I need iTunes 8!
Then just as quickly, he was gone, but I heard him sing
"Happy Expo to All! ...And there is One More Thing!"