Programmer's Prayer

Here's an easy game to play.
Here's an easy thing to say!

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort. If the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report!

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,And the double-clicking puts your window in the trash,And your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash.
Then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

You can't say this? What a shame, sir!
We'll find you another game, sir!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house- Says the network is connected to the button on the mouse,But your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,That's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall. And your screen is all distorted by the side affects of Gauss, So your icons in the windows are so wavy as a sauce, Then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,
'Cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,And the microcode instructions cause unnecessary RISC.
Then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM.
Quickly turn the computer OFF and be sure to tell your mom!

I live in Houston but my husband is from Cairo and we travel there (so far twice this year) love it.

This is another poem I wrote a year ago.

The Sparrow
12-28-03

The sparrow flew up to the gathering gray,
Aloft to the sunlight’s fading rays.
Beyond the storm, where sun shines bright –
To feel the warmth and find the light.
Away from the raging storm she flew,
Searching for mellow sunset hues.
Seeking shelter from her abandoned place,
To find the calm of Allah’s grace.

She saw a new world from her height,
Beyond the sins of humanity’s might.
A paradise created by Allah’s command,
Unnoticed by others, because of demand.
The sun dissolved into colorful lace,
A reminder to the human race -
That we must keep to the pathway straight
Or suffer eternity, like Shaytan’s fate.

Wise is the sparrow so meek and small,
To comprehend our humanity’s fall.
Allah’s creation lives in every being,
Give thanks to Allah for everything.

Back to the earth the sparrow flew,
The world now fresh from nature’s dew.
Bless those who pray and persevere,
For all mankind his message is clear.
Allah is God and the prayers we recite,
Are made with intentions, pure and right.
Live your life by Mohammed’s example
And rewards from Allah, will be ample.