COLLAPSE OF THE FIREWALL
Dead-Eye, designer of cunning renown,
in a big wide web world, he was hanging around
And he kept the company secrets in his evil magical maze,
and just in case anyone fancied their chances
There was Maurice the madman, the bad man to face.
The Alpha Male or He Male, just an e-mail away
from coming to the rescue, to Dead-Eye’s defence,
Bringing down the firewall, brick by brick.
But with password in hand, Theo thwarted Maurice
He was in, he was out, and Maurice copped the blame
Okay you win, don’t spread it about, never beaten before Maurice died of shame.
All around was the chaos, the chaos of the battle.
Theo stamped his mark upon this gruesome scene
Maurice dead, Dead-Eye lashes out, but too late.
The haberdasher’s computer crashes.