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  This is a poem I have/am going to/and will write.
     I shall label it  ...hmmm...ahhh.. An Ode de Quota!
     Its meant to be spoken(sung) in a sing/song chant.


 
       --This song is for any beginning user
         on a major network
       [and the scrooges who doll out quota]


            They give me a quota
            of only 500.
            with a hard limit set at 15
        
            My disk space is always
            at 499
            with only 1 in between.

            Yet, when I ask them for more,
            over 500
            they tell me to learn how to clean.


              <chorus>

              Clean, Clean, Clean out your files.
              Throw away all you don't need!
        
              Clean, Clean, Clean out your files.
              But just don't come crying to me!


            They tell me that Im fine
            at 500
            that anything more is just waste.

            Yet I ask and I beg and I tell them
            not to
            say no straight to my face.

            So they stop and  ponder
            listen and wonder,
            and then they say NO to my face!!!


              <chorus>

            I've printed out stuff I don't need
            and I've
            erased some stuff that I do!

            With everything all compressed
            and archived
            I'd die without less to pipe through!

            And yet my quota is 
            still overflowing
            for all that I need to do.


               <chorus>

            Someday I will get even.
            for that
            I just can't wait.

            Someday I'll write a virus
            oh boy,
            will it be great!

            I won't erase no files,
            nor even a code or two,
            I'll just have it move their quota
            to 272.

               <chorus>


OBJoke: Try singing this backwards at a slower rate!  It should say "I love
 God,  I love God..."

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