Twas the night before the IPO
Thursday, December 20th, 2007Dear readers: we will not be sending out our daily emails next week, and posting on the news portion of our site will be light. But, before everyone goes on break, a little light entertainment (or torture, as it may be…). And, Happy Holidays to all of you!
Twas the night before the IPO
(with many, many, many apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
‘Twas the night before the IPO, when all through the house
Not a blogger was stirring, or moving a mouse;
The executive summaries were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that investors soon would be there;
The employees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of stock options danced in their heads;
And the CTO in his Birkenstocks and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long nap;
When out on in the market there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to my browser I flew like a flash,
Emailed my broker and started raising some cash;
The market on the crest of the sub-prime snow,
Gave light to some trouble brewing below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Silicon Valley angel, without any fear;
What a Web 2.0 investor, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment his money would do the trick;
More rapid than eagles his companies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Facebook! now, Digg! now, Youtube and MySpace!
On, Flickr! on Zimbra! on Feedburner! and Twitter!
To the top of the market! to the top of the wall!
Sell them! Sell them! all of them now!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the tech blogs the companies they flew,
With their sites full of Widgets, and video, too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the blog,
The interviews, the podcasts and a picture of a bull dog,
As I cleared out my browser, and was turning around,
From Sand Hill road, a VC came too with a bound;
He was dressed in khaki, and a sharp blue blazer,
And he carried a Blackberry, and a presentation laser;
A bundle of term sheets he had stashed in a sack,
And he looked just like he just had a snack;
His checkbook–how it twinkled! His wallet, his Blackberry!
His portfolio was like roses, his money so merry!
His companies were trendy, a few on road show,
And the exits on his web site were as nice as the go;
I had lunch with him at a deli,
Talked about vesting and preferences, while eating a bagel with jelly;
He wanted the whole round, plus two seats on the board,
And I laughed, but I took it, because it was all I could afford;
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 when straight to his work,
Filled us with stock options, then turned with a jerk;
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, to his private jet he rose;
He sprang to his seat, to his team gave a whistle
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
“Happy Exits to all and to all a good night!”
