iPhone-5 shy

Twas the night before Apple's event, when all through the 'net
Not a blogger was snoozing, not even Henry Blodget.
All the cameras were placed on tripods with care,
In hopes that a new iPhone would soon be there.

Everyone kept clutching at the vaguest rumor threads,
While visions of real product leaks danced through their heads.
And the editors in their offices and the interns in their homes,
Still hoped to be the next geeky Sherlock Holmes.

When out on the Twitter there arose such a clatter,
And everyone clicked to see what was the matter.
To Tweetie and HootSuite they all flew like a flash,
Hoping for a headline that would make a splash.

They watched the trending topics with eager eyes,
While trying to suppress all their weary sighs.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a video of man they all held so very dear.

In the turtleneck they thought took its leave,
There stood their beloved darling Steve.
And more rapid than eagles the tech bloggers came,
As if someone had whistled and called them by name!

"Now Scoble! Now Gruber! Now Siegler and Kirkpatrick!
On Topolsky! On Swisher! On, on Fried and Malik!
To the top of Techmeme! No time for a conference call!
Now write away! Write away! Write away all!"

As they had so often done on such a night,
They all put their hands on keyboards with delight.
And into WordPress they logged their names,
Without worrying about the commenters' flames.

And then, after a refresh, they'd see on the RSS,
That the news had already gotten press.
They'd spare an instant to glare at the screens,
Before focusing on what this all means.

Catching a glimpse of Mr. Steve Jobs,
Had turned them all into curious mobs.
Was he coming back?
Would Cook leave the pack?

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow!
And the stubble on his chin was as dark as dirty snow.

The box of a gadget he held tight in his hand,
And the shine from it was more than most could stand.
He had a narrow face and a little flat belly.
That didn't shake when he laughed, not like jelly.

He wasn't chubby or plump, but slender like a majestic elf,
And everyone laughed at the sight, in spite of her or himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave all know that there was nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And prepared the presentation, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger before his lips, 
He silenced all demands for tips.

He sprang to his feet, to the bloggers gave a whistle,
And into the articles and posts they all flew like a missile.
But he was heard exclaiming, 'ere he disappeared from sight,
"Happy Keynote to all, and to all a good night!"


*This is a repost from Rosa Golijan of msnbc.com.