'Twas
Was The Night Before Christmas (Intel Version)
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all over the 'Net,
All the posts about Intel,
Made everyone fret,
The whiners were vocal,
They wouldn't shut up,
Complaining about Intel's,
FDIV cover up,
The engineers were nestled,
All snug in their labs,
Worrying about Intel's,
Mistake in the fabs,
They made up excuses,
On how they're affected,
They called up Intel,
And were promptly rejected,
And soon IBM jumped,
Right into the fray,
"We'll stop shipping Pentiums,
As of later today."
But their statement was just,
More political lies,
Because they said the next day,
"We're still shipping those dies!"
But from where came this noise,
And vindictive clatter,
About a minor flaw,
That should not have mattered,
Well there was a math prof,
Doing work in V A,
He came to realize that,
Divs shouldn't happen this way,
So Prof. Nicely described,
The bug that he found,
It wasn't too long later,
That news got around,
Lots of people complained,
Without reason or rhyme,
Just because number five,
Equalled four point nine nine,
The media latched on,
And rumors were spread,
It took no time to proclaim,
That Intel was dead,
As I was reading more news,
A thought came to me,
Intel can't possibly die,
They have a monopoly,
So on Andy, on Craig,
On Gordon and Vin,
Make sure with P6,
This doesn't happen again,
As I logged off, I thought:
"This debate is absurd."
So I soon logged back in,
And uttered these words,
"There are too many issues,
I refuse to take sides.
Merry Christmas to all,
And watch your divides."
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