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Edited for my tastes, and syllable counts
12/24/19 11:27 PM
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> 'Twas The Night Before MAME > or: A Visit From St. Nicola (Mickola?) > by Stiletto > --------------------------- > > 'Twas the night before Wednesday, and all through the list; > Not a member was posting, not even on Gist! > The code was all pushed up to Github with care, > In hopes that St. Nicola soon would be there; > > The "emu-newzboys" were all snug with their sites, > With visions of Model 1 decaps in sight! > And humble Stiletto, in torn jeans and cap, > Was researching tech stuff, and talking to hap; > > When out in the 'Net, there arose such a clatter > I sprang to my desk to survey the matter. > Away into Windows I flew, acting rash, > I opened a browser, and disabled Flash. > > The URL on my page, white as the snows, > Linked to MAMEDEV's Git, as fast as it goes, > To that repo, where what to my eyes should appear, > But a lightning-fast Vespa with MAMEdev (and beer), > > With a slick little driver so lively and quick, > I knew in a moment it must be St. Nic'! > More rapid than eagles, his fingers they flew, > He chanted and cursed til' his face had turned blue; > > "On OG! On Micko, Vas, AJR, Osso - > On 'Belmont! On Patrick! On Moogle and Angelo! > From the top of the server and its firewall, > Now code away, type away, hack away all!" > > As Cheetos that into the hungry mouths fit, > When finding encryption, they blew it to shit. > So onto the server the source code it flew, > With a ZIP file of toys and St. Nicola too. > > And then, at a speed that was really quite keen, > Those coders and hackers arrived on the scene. > As I moved the mouse with my hand and scrolled down, > St. Nicola leapt to the page with a bound. > > He dressed all in khaki, from head to his feet, > The tattered appearance, it looked rather beat. > With a bundle of PCBs flung on his back, > He looked like he'd copped more than one hit of "smack." > > His eyes -- how they twinkled! His pimples, oh how merry! > His cheeks were like ashes, his knuckles were hairy! > His droll little mouth had drawn up in a bow, > And the beard on his chin clearly needed a mow. > > He held a hash pipe rather tight in his teeth, > And the smoke - it encircled his head like a wreath; > He had a broad face and the slightest beer gut, > The smell on his breath, why, I shall not guess what. > > He chuckled, and grinned, and looked pleased with himself - > I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; > I peeked at my wristwatch and I felt somewhat dead, > I realized at 3:30 at night's time for bed. > > He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, > And compiled the source code; then turned with a jerk, > Then sent up the builds faster than I could doze, > And giving a nod, from the repo they rose; > > He sprang to his scooter, to the team gave a whistle, > And soon they all left with the speed of a missile. > But I heard him exclaim, as they drove out of sight, > "ENJOY THE NEW MAME, GUYS, AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!" > > --------------------------------------------------------------- > > - Stiletto (ed. Mog)
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