Reminds me of the time some filkish types tried to rewrite BOFH-stories in the style of Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales".

Well vers'd was he in ye skylles of LARTe;
'twas said thirteen dozenne spammers he'd cleaved apart.
His bootes were black, and about his wayste
A cellephone, and a Leathermanne fair well were playc'd.