Saturday, December 24, 2005

I need to kick this poetry habit...

'Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house,
The internet was crappy, not good for a mouse.

My poor laptop sat in my room all alone,
In hopes that St. Best Buy would rescue it soon.

The wires were nestled all snug in their sockets,
So I guilted some money from my parents deep pockets.

And mamma in her confusion, (and I in my will),
Let me search the store, while I gave her the bill.

I set it up, but out from the room there arose such a clatter,
"The router won't work! I don't know what's the matter."

To the back of the hard drive I flew like a flash,
And realized I needed a little more cash.

The comp had no ethernet, so nothing would work,
so back to St. Best Buy, and the late shopping jerks.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a USB/ethernet adaptor, the answer was clear!

With an object like that, so tiny and quick,
I knew in a moment it would do the trick.

More rapid than eagles, the websites they came,
and I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Facebook! now, Xanga! now Google and Blogger!
On E-mail! on Yahoo! on, Homestar Runner!

To the bed of my room at the end of the hall!
Now surf away! surf away! surf away all!"

I sprang to the laptop, and let out sigh,
And surfed through the day, till nighttime drew nigh.

But I heard someone exclaim, as my eyes lost their sight,
"Wireless internet to all, and to all a good-night."


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