My apologies to Poe, but this topic is so delicious the words just flowed to my consciousness ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
O'er many a quaint and curious piece of internet lore,
While I surfed on, sometimes gaming, suddenly my IDS is claiming,
A botnet's surely aiming, aiming at at my firewall door.
`'Tis the gummint,' I screamed, `aiming at my firewall door -
It must be this, and nothing more.'
Then my hackles came to stirring as I heard the dreaded whirring
Of a black ops copter near my door.
Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
At the grave and stern assemblage of the black ops team it bore.
Though thy agents be dressed in camo, bearing bandoliers of ammo, more than any sight I'd seen,
Ghastly grim and well-armed soldiers charging out the helo door
'Tell me what thy lordly names are on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the soldiers, `HIT THE FLOOR!'