The Mobile Passee After Arthur Clement Hilton – The Heathen Passee Bret Harte – The Heathen Chinee And Algernon Swinburne Atalanta Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Which I wish to remark,
and my language is plain;
for marks up to the mark,
with no need to complain,
the mobile Pass-ee is peculiar,
and the same I would rise to explain.

One should add, by the way,
partial answers for free
are online night and day,
for a song P2P,
passing help in a moment of trouble,
and trouble in store is code key.

Jack Straw was his name,
and one cannot not deny
in regard to the same
what that name might imply,
with his register hollow, eyes scannning,
while his castle on white lies would lie.

In the scholarship stakes
Straw was weed, broken reed,
as King Alfred, his cakes,
to hot water would lead
if unable to table his [k]no[l]edge,
projects shelved at a dual core speed.

Shifty plan was soon hatched
to comfort his chances
with a logic unmatched
we observe now askance, is
it proof of intelligence wily
or danger in techno advances?

On the thirty first Feb
was the toughest test held,
and all eve on the Web
instant messages spelled
answers wireless delivery mobile,
decoded with passwords withheld.

The paper was seen
and Jack Straw, debonair,
read the questions between
his luxuriant hair
and the implant that none had imagined
in a beauty spot otherwise bare.

Soon all care disappeared,
all was smooth once again,
for the subject taught, “feared”
seemed no longer a bane,
so he smiled as he wrote out his answers
with a gloat sly and pride highly geared.

So he searched through his brain,
and his reasoning showed
both a smugness too vain,
and an assurance owed
to technology outside his handset,
which from his mind lifted a load.

Yet the answers, too fine,
had been lifted wholesale,
from a site found online,
sound examiners pale!
though we went through his things with a toothpick,
the intent to deceive did prevail.

Though no wires were in sight
waves through curly locks slipped
for the info “on site”
was delivered, tight lipped,
while the speed of the download astonished,
though a write-down soon after was tipped.

I shall never forget
how the next day at two
for the last paper set
on the ball we proved too,
on the Internet’s future dimensions,
a subject Jack “partially knew.”

But the knowledge displayed
by that mobile Pass-eee,
and the answers he made
were amusing to see,
though he rapidly finished the paper
By about thirty minutes past three.

For he knew not the plan
that examiners three
had cooked up with a van
in the quad all could see,
which was filled with choice duplicate answers
transmitted by WiFi for free.

To the chip in his head
we sent hints that mislead,
and the info we fed
slipped right through like a sled,
and the chip on his shoulder felt leaden
when the plot was discovered proof-read.

Then the red of his blush,
ill-becoming to straw
in the wind, in a rush,
seemed an earthquake or more
when he learned all was up and full frontal
received his expulsion full sore.

In his hat hid broad band
of three mega or four
that the lay of the land
WiFi favoured, the flaw
was the key code I.P. stayed transparent,
was never conceived as secure.

In his beauty spot fair
he had managed to set
hidden under his hair
a silly cone net,
work to download with data dynamic,
sufficient to hedge every bet.

In his various skins
we had planted a horse
trojan, then for his sins
added input off course,
turned his grey cells a mish-mash of hacker
with intent to instill with remorse.

Though M.S. service pack
was installed on chip set
and embedded at back
should he ever forget,
young doubter’s rigged router was [r]outed,
apt D.O.S. though dual stack!

Through the crown of his cap
we’ve now cloned all his states
and a delicate map
of the mess shown his mates,
the same with intent to discourage
who in error his acts imitates.

This Is why I remark,
and my language is plain,
that for motives too dark
though not always in vain,
the mobile Pass-eee is peculiar
which the same I am free to maintain.