28
Nov

Poem submission

I dont know who to attribute this to, on the bottom of the sheet Im typing
from it says, Edward C. Mc Manus, Marlborough, Massachusetts –

THE COMPUTER AT STONEHENGE

Strange things are done to be number one
In selling the computer
IBM has their stratagem
Which steadily grows acuter,
And Honeywell competes like Hell,
But the storys missing link
Is the system old at Stonehenge sold
By the firm of Druids, Inc.

The Druids were entrepreneurs,
And they built a granite box
It tracked the moon, warned of monsoons,
And forecast the equinox
Their price was right, their future bright,
The prototype was sold;
From Stonehenge site their bits and byte
Would ship for Celtic gold.

The movers came to crate the frame;
It weighed a million ton!
The traffic folk thought it a joke
(the wagon wheels just spun);
Theyll nay sell that, the foreman spat,
Just leave the wild weeds grow;
Its Druid-kind, over-designed,
And belly up theyll go.

The man spoke true, and thus to you
A warning from the ages;
Your stock will slip if you cant ship
Whats in your brochures pages.
See if it sells without the bells
And strings that ring and quiver;
Druid repute went down the chute
Because they couldnt deliver.

Bill Kennedy {cbosgd | ihnp4!petro | sun!texsun!rrm}!ssbn!bill

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