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Twas the Night before Cloudness

Posted by Wayne on December 25, 2009

Twas the night before Cloudness, when all through the Cloud
Not a creature was stirring, not even a squirrel.
The tweets were sent only 140 with care,
In hopes that a final, final, final cloud definition soon would be there.

The Clouderati were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of standards danced in their heads.
Dot.Gov and her ‘cyberchief, and OVF in his cap,
DMTF and OCCI messed with our brains before a long winter’s nap.

When out on the Vaporware there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the Mac to see what was the matter.
Typed away on the keyboard, I tweeted like a flash,
Private & Public, for Hybrid – just add a dash.

The predictions had come, for 2010 like new-fallen snow
Predicted the cloud #fail, all of the vendors we know.
When, what to my cloud-washed eyes should appear,
But a transparent cloud provider, and eight controls simple & clear.

With a bunch of new VM’s, and security we designed to stick,
I knew in a moment SAS70, I wouldn’t pick.
More rapid than Cloud Security Alliance, then ENISA came,
And they covered their _aaS  and called out the controls by name!

“Now Bochagalupe! Now, Suredy! Now lmacvittie, Werner and Alverez (cloud Vixen)!
On, Ruv! On, WattersJames! On GeorgeReese, on Jamesurquhart and Randy-Biaz!
On Samj! On Aneel! On Mfratto! On ShlomoSwidler and Swardly!

To the top of the storage farm! to the edge of the firewall!
Now compute away! Compute away! Compute away all!”

As the competition heated up, like the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, change their offers on the sly.
And finally the enterprise, to the providers they flew,
With the sleigh full of AWS, Google, and now Microsoft too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard where’s the proof
Will my data be safe, VM’s can the hackers spoof?
As I drew in my head, an architecture that was sound,
I conferred with my cloudmates, not an exposure was found.

Along came one all dressed in fur, with a tail longer than a foot
Yet his nickname was beaker and he often says !woot.
He carried a bundle of Cloud Toys he had flung on his back,
And he told us about frogs, while opening his pack.

Others worried about interop and if there was privacy!
Some call the process a mobocracy and others an isocracy!
Some speak of the cloud and security as ones in the know,
One has his sock puppets and beard as white as snow.

They spoke not a word, but tweet’d while they work,
And filled all the demand, keeps them from going totally berserk.
And laying out standards, all gaps they expose.
Ready their clouds, for enterprise rose!

They sprang to their work, this A-team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the shot of a missile.
And I heard the Clouderati exclaim, ‘ere they drove out of sight,
“Happy Cloudness to all, and to all a good-night!”

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