The Continuing Adventures of Nocilis of Yppolf

The Nocilis Poems


The Song of the CD-Rom (Mor-dc)

We of Mor-dc do sing our sprightly song
We store a gigabyte of stuff for very, very long
We careth not one jug just what our storing might contain
So long as it is saleable and reasonably tame
So long as we get paid for it and can obtain it free
Our orisons go out that thus, ever shall it be.

from Nocilis 0.2 Pro Bono

from Nocilis 1.4 E Plurbis Unum

The Consultants

We are the knowing people,
Philosophers of DP;
We keep the sacred secrets,
And sell them for a fee;
Our advice is often useless,
And we follow ever fad;
But we're insured, so sue us,
If you feel you've been had.

The Guru of IT

When I was young, I invented a system for counting the pigs in the sky.
It was just an amusement, it didn't concern me that, at the time, pigs couldn't fly.
Now, accidents happen with Science, of course, and the outcome is sure to be big
Giganticorp let a stray gene get away, and invented the flying pig.
The Director said "make it seem part of our plan, take a pig inventory," and then
They contacted me, and paid a large fee, and now I'm a genius again!

(Hey Nonny, Nonny, there are bells in my tummy, and a bat just flew up my nose.)

Now I give lectures, on how to do business, and all of the businessmen listen.
They all are respectful, because of the fortune I've made from my pig counting system.
Giganticorp failed, and the pigs have all died, but I was a pioneer,
I made all my money by luck and by chance, but so I don't let it appear.
My fortune is growing, I know less and less, am renowned still for my acumen;
So they all pay my fee, and listen to me, and now I'm a genius again.

(Hey Nonny, Nonny, there are bells in my tummy, and a bat just flew up my nose.)

The Ballad of the Hackers (Rekcah)

Welcome all ye Rekcah to our "Little Weasel Board,"
We have 800 megabytes, that's all we could afford,
We have a set of passwords and instructions to attack,
Every system out there, that you might care to crack.

This is a pirate system, we display the skull and bones,
We have a lot of passwords and other systems phones,
Be you a genius or a moron you can find the answer here;
In less than fifteen minutes, start a hacking career.

Cathy is a genius, and a top flight engineer,
She loves to answer questions that other people fear;
One evening someone asked her, "What makes a virus run?"
Her answer, with a recipe, is in Library One.

Alvin worked for Bigus Corp., their System to secure,
He was successful but they fired him for reasons obscure;
Alvin thought "Revenge!", and considered what to do,
Now find Bigus system passwords, in Library Two

Nikki did her thesis on system security,
It's off copyright, and so it's stored in Library Three.
The list of local boards is growing, tonight there will be more,
In Albert's autodialer area, in Library Four

This is a pirate system, we display the skull and bones,
We have a lot of passwords and other systems phones,
Be you a genius or a moron you can find the answer here,
In less than fifteen minutes, start a hacking career.

The Hacker Chant

Break-and-entry, piracy,
Hacking is the life for me;
Viruses and worms and such,
That's the game we love so much.
First your system at home we'll rob,
Then wreck your work system, take your job.

from Nocilis 1.5 Pro Patria Mori

From Nocilis 1.7 Adeste Fidelis

The Reindeer Marching Song

Marching, marching, marching.
We are the reindeer. Marching, marching.
We haul the prezzies. Marching, marching.
In a sleigh. Marching, marching.
When we feel like it. Marching, marching.
Ho, ho, ho. Marching, marching.
Marching, marching, marching.

The Love Song of Nocilis

Oh Latigid, thine eyes,
(I presume those are thine eyes)
Shine so touchingly
Oh Latigid, Oh Latigid
Thou art everything to me.

Oh Latigid, thy nose,
(It seems to be a nose)
Is rather pert and smart
Oh Latigid, Oh Latigid
Thou hast won o'er my heart

Oh Latigid, those things
(Which I can't identify)
Are cute and pink and round
Oh Latigid, Oh Latigid
My Love is quite profound.

Oh Latigid, thy smile
(Or frown, or grin..whatever)
Is so very, very sweet.
Oh Latigid, Oh Latigid
My heart doth skip a beat

Oh Latigid, my love
(Or other strong emotion)
Is tentatively great.
Oh Latigid, Oh Latigid,
What is to be our fate?

from Nocilis 1.8 Caveat Lector

from Nocilis 1.9 Lacrimae Rerum

Bob the Estate Agent

"Hello, I'm Bob, that's my name," he exclaimed;
"But please call me Bob just the same," he explained.
"The things that you hear are a shame," he complained;
"For my part, I'm not quite to blame," he refrained.

"I was born on the wrong side of town," he muttered;
"I was worn out and all broken down," he stuttered;
"I was beaten right into the ground," he fluttered;
"And that's when the Big Con was found," he sputtered.

"I will rip you off where you stand," he chanted;
"I will sell you some valueless land," he ranted;
"A plot full of brushweed and sand," he incanted;
"I'll take all your money in hand," he panted.

"You'll be bankrupt and just about dead," he bumbled;
"I'll giggle while you're being bled," he rumbled;
"When I'm done and your life's in the red," he grumbled;
"Behold, there's a sucker ahead," he mumbled.

(Copyright 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996 by Brian J. Dooley)