'Twas the hour before Markman, when all through the court

Not a lawyer was blinking, not even a snort.

The filings were all stacked by the bench with care,

In hopes that Judge Ward soon would be there;

The shareholders were nestled all snug in their pews,

While hopes of dollars signs would be announced in the news;

And Mac in his Versace, and Dan in his Armani,

Had just marched in like Patriot Washington’s Army,

When from the defendants there arose such a clammer,

I sprang from my pew to see if it was the hammer,

Away to my computer I flew so fast,

Tore open the lid and typed in my pass.

The share price, on the brink of the new-all time low

Gave the lustre of mid-day selling indicating, look out below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a long white candlestick, and then it all became so clear,

With the share price spike, so lively and quick,

I knew that very moment that the MMP was my pick.

More rapid than eagles the licensees they came,

And we all whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Toshiba! now, Matsushita! now, ARM and Nextel!

On, Apple! on Nokia! on, Brightpoint and Dell!

To the top of the chart! to the top of the call!

Now sign-em up! sign-em up! sign-em up, all!"

As prior art was claimed that before the court will not fly,

They meet with an obstacle, and fight to contain their cry,

So up to the bench their lawyers they flew,

With the bag full of money, and PUBPAT too.

And then, in a twinkling, I read from the host

The prancing and praising of each Agoracomic post.

Steadfast and sure as to report back to the clan.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down with the gavel Judge Ward came with a bound.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,

And his cloak was all garnished with diamonds to boot;

A bundle of construction files he had flung on his back,

And he took to his job like ol' ‘Wolf’ to his ‘pack’.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And commanded he the court silent with one stern smirk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, everyone arose;

He sprang from his seat, to the plaintiffs gave he the signal,

And away the defendants all flew like goons all bristled.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he marched out of sight,

"Merry Markman to all, and to all a good-night."

Good Luck To All....PxP