Now, I will tell you of a beast

Who's dangerous, to say the least

It has no claws; it has no fangs,

And it feels no hunger pangs

Though that makes it sound unfierce,

No bullet, blade, it's hide will pierce.

It's fearsomeness is not it's speed,

Quite the opposite, indeed!

It has a single, glowing eye.

Twill never blink, nor ever cry.

It'll mesmerize you, hold you there,

Sitting in it's dismal lair.

It'll take so long to move at all,

You'll soon be bouncing off the wall.

It's confident, and takes no frights,

At Navy SEALs or mail-clad knights.

The reason they cause no alarm,

Is they can do the beast no harm.

You see, the beast is not alive;

It runs on Windows 95