Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Twas the night before Announcement...

Twas the night before Announcement, when all through Cupertino
Not an atom was leaking, not even a neutrino,
The banners were hung on the auditorium with care,
In hopes that SJ soon would be there.

The fan boys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions on gadgets danced in their heads.
When out on De Anza there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

"Now Schiller! now, Johnson! now, Cook and Jony Ive!
On, Forstall! On, Oppenheimer! On, Serlet, look alive!
To the top of Caffe Macs! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

He was dressed in blue jeans with white sneakers of old,
And a black turtleneck to protect from the cold.
He wore circular eyeglasses from decades ago,
His appearance was humble, simple, no show.

A knowing smile, soon covered his face
He knew the media would soon be on the chase
I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Think Different to all, and to all a good-night!"