From: utzoo!watmath!dmmartindale Newsgroups: net.poems Title: The Last Bug Article-I.D.: watmath.3468 Posted: Tue Sep 14 00:56:16 1982 Received: Tue Sep 14 01:09:10 1982 _T_h_e _L_a_s_t _B_u_g "But what does it matter?" They said with a shrug. "The customer's happy. What's one little bug?" But he was determined. The others went home. He spread out the program Deserted....alone. The cleaning man came. The whole room was cluttered With punch cards, core dumps, "I'm close," he muttered. His mumbling grew louder, "Simple deduction! I've got it! It's right! Just change one instruction!" It still wasn't right, As year followed year, And strangers would query, "Is that nut still here?" He died at his console Of hunger and thirst. They buried him next day (Face down - nine edge first.) The last bug in sight, One small ant passing by, Saluted his tombstone And whispered, "Nice try." I copied the above from a bulletin board at Brock University about ten years ago. I suspect it was written somewhere else but I don't have any idea by whom or where, so I can't give the author proper credit. (How many of you remember what "face down - nine edge first" refers to?)