AMP Class - mama mia

Disclaimer: this poem is heartly dedicated to all 8th Electrical Students' (2008). This is a cultivation of my shit brain...I wrote it during one of the ongoing AMP class. Show's the plight of we students'... it is meant for sheer pleasure n nothin else.

one thing more...all those who - by the way - came over to this page...feel free to comment on this poem.

---bhargav trivedi
04EL036

m'am wid zest, came to the class,
we had d same shouting mass.

micro processor is her subject,
but our mind gonna be midget.

she started, n v embarked.
she on subject, v on cult.

ADD n SUBB, all r same.
no matter wat r d name.

8-bit or 16-bit,
horny cap, is wat we hit.

to store v 've register n memory
wat v like is a gal in a capry.

data pointer or stack pointer,
for us, they r only d sister.

mama mia, she's on shout,
letcha tell u, v r on hout.

teaches us something new,
for us, it's all a phew.

she say:

shake the mind n get the groove,
ponder on the prog. on the move.

we say:

programmin is all d bluff,
wat v like is the puff.

she 've zeal, v 've that too.
she 've guts, v 've that too.
she 've knowledge, oops...v don' 've.

though, micro is the subject,
v had never loosed the wicket.

P.S.
lect. goin on on micro processor,
m'am seems like a predator,
always kills the approcher,
but m a niche creature.