Ah, Mike Swaine

I always enjoy reading his columns; this month's "Swaine's Flames" hits the mark perfectly:

I met a girl who sang the blues
and I asked her for some HP news,
but she just smiled and gently coughed.

I went down to the gadget store
where I'd bought oscilloscopes before,
but the man there said they'd spun that business off.

And in the boardroom the children screamed,
directors cried, and Carly schemed,
but not a word would they say--
about the old HP Way.

And the two men I admired most,
their fabled legacy is toast,
their business on a downhill coast,
the day that HP died.