Cajun WISP Night before Christmas 'Twas de night before Christmas An' all t'ru de NOC, Dey don't a bit pass Except fro' the BOC.
De cable been nezzle All snug on de flo', While hackers been wrestle for cracks in de do'. Dare nothin' indy firewall to keep out St. Nick, Cause he's out to own ya'll An' he knows all de trick! Den out on de rooftop Dey got such a clatter, Make soun' like old Boudreau Done fall off de ladder. I run like a possum To got to de do', Trip over some co-axe An' fall on de flo'! As I look out de do' In de light o' de moon, I t'ink "Man, you crazy I t'aught it was noon!" An' dere above de treetop When I stretch out ma' head, Dere's eight big alligator A pullin' a Rohn sled! An' a short fat Cajun Wit a long tripod stick, I know r'at way Got to be ole St. Nick. Mo' fas'er an' fas'er De gater dey came He whistle an' holler An' call dem by name: "Ha, Ping! Ha, Linus! Ha, Tracerut an' Gun-new Gee, Snoop Gee, Tee Cee Pee Dump an'Ace-cee-el too!" To the top o' de roof I yells to Boudreau, "Haul ass down the ladder, St. Nick is our foe! Like Taint Suzie's cat Down the ladder he fly Boudreau didn't stop Come a run hisse'f by. But up on the rooftop Dem ole 'gater dey climb Wit a rack full of gear An' St. Nicklus behin'. Up go his tripod and mast Po'nted North it would seem, Dat deres a long shot - Must be a tight beam! Den on top o' de roof The mast, hard done it sway, Some Ballast was needed in de worst kinda way. De gaters make dem idea An' it soun' like de hail, W'en all dem 'gater Done sot down dey big tail. Den down in de NOC I sot down at my PC, St. Nick got association Wit' radio t'ree! "Sacre!" I axclaim "Ma network got a hole! I t'ink to ma'se'f it cannot be, no Ole Boudreau's a Mole? St. Nick spoofin' IP, An' hide like a cat While 'gaters chew co-axe leavin' ma users dead flat. He was usin' linux Dat was fo' sure, I pinged his network int'face, while he was takin' de tour. I hacked ma way in t'ru a hole in his bot, Tee el cee sot wide open So I take a few shot. His eyes how dey shined his dimples how scarry! While I fo'matted his drive He could execute no q'arry. Ha! His cheek was like rose His nose like cherry On secon' t'ought maybe He commit harry carry! Den I peek t'ru de window An' what do I see, St. Nick a sittin' dere Staring down r'at at me! But a wink in his eye An'a shook 'o his head Make my confi-dence dat I don' got to be scared. He don' do no talkin' But smiled at my work. Gave me a wink, An' den turn wit' a jerk. Den he hop on his sled, Wit de gear off o' de roof. He ain't no fool, him! For to make no more big goof. He jump in his sled, And crack his big whip. De 'gater fly off, An' don' make one dip. An' I hear him shout loud While runnin' tail he go, "Merry Christmas to All, 'Til I hack you some mo!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WISPA Wants You! Join today! http://signup.wispa.org/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WISPA Wireless List: [email protected] Subscribe/Unsubscribe: http://lists.wispa.org/mailman/listinfo/wireless Archives: http://lists.wispa.org/pipermail/wireless/
