BIOS Poetry

Since there doesn't seem to be a log of it, I've decided to preserve a little silly improv I did on the Guile IRC channel yesterday.

Sing a song of BIOS,
A pocket full of bits.
Four and Twenty Drivers,
Blinking lights in Fits.

When the CD Drive opened,
The fans began to spin;
Wasn't that a shitty way,
To start your emailing?

It doesn't end strongly, but ah well, all in good fun.