Twas the Night before iPad2
Monday, May 23, 2011
Twas the night before the iPad2 would arrive, when all through the network
Not a device was charging, not even a wireless trackball mouse.
The power cords were hung by the surge suppressor with care,
In hopes that Fed ex soon would be there.
The devices were cued all tightly in their docks,
While downloads of new apps danced in their heads.
And mamma in her office dress, and me in my jeans, with a rather odd grin,
Had just finishing updating iTunes and all was ready to sync.
When upon checking the status there arose such a clatter,
I spring from my office chair when I saw what was the matter.
Away from Quickbooks I flew like a flash
Tore open the Apple site and threw up my login.
The little old driver, had been too lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, they had delivered early and was sick,
My schedule was turned upside down, when all needed was a call or an e-mail!
So I cussed and shouted, and called Fed Ex by several strong names!
“Now iPhone 4, now Jawbone Icon headset, on Bluetooth speakers,
On digital camera, now come all we go to get the new tech!
To the little Red Chevy, we go to the distribution station.
Now dash away, Dash away! Dash away all! (way the heck out I-40)
To all that saw he was chubby and plump, a semi-jolly old man,
He didn’t laugh but just muttered to himself,
And laying his finger atop the keys,
And giving finger to the sky, to the bucket seat he arose.
He sprang to the Chevy, double checked all the gadgets,
And away flew with in his truck not really like the down of a thistle (huh?)
He was heard to exclaim, ‘ere he tore out of the parking lot,
“They better frickin’ have it, or it won’t be a good night for all concerned!”