Today is the day–

Hip, hip, hurray!

The launch of the millennium,

Biggest since selenium.

No need to name it,

For that would shame it.

Martians alone

(Sans iPhone)

Are in the dark

About this spark,

All Earth’s mobs

Will huzzah Jobs,

Every tot

Will cheer a lot,

Each alter kacker

And rickety rocker

Will play his part

And praise the art.

Here’s to reliance

On computer science!

The pad’s a maxi

And’s sure to taxi

Mankind to heights,

To the Northern Lights.

And six months from now–

The version with POW!

Half the price,

Twice as much rice:

New functions,

Fixed dysfunctions.

For men, a shaver

That’s a raver;

For women, makeup

For when they wakeup;

Girls’ll get dolls

Look like gunmolls;

Boys’ll love

The baseball glove,

Though oldsters won’t venture

If they’re in dementure.

Are doors open yet?

Get ready, get set!

Apple’s a-horning:

A new world’s aborning.

(Though Amazon’s warning

The thing is a-thorning–

Jeff Bezos says it’s

Really the iPits.)

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