Book number four is finished now,
So blogging time it should allow,
But my connection
Has an infection
From Friday lines have died, and how!
I don’t know when they’ll be restored,
But now my fate’s to be deplored –
Some time here at last
To give blogging a blast?
No internet, so I am bored!
The only thing that’s left to do
Is on book five to follow through,
The slides are all done
In one busy run,
So now the music I’ll start, too. …
I’ve done a theme for playground scene,
And quite a tricky task it’s been;
Still no internet
Returning, as yet;
*Word!!!!* (Rhymes with ‘fit’; as in latrine).
The light comes on; I’m overjoyed;
But falsely are my hopes thus buoyed,
It stays on, I guess,
A minute or less,
Then link is once again destroyed. …
Now Saturday and late at night,
My internet has vanished, quite;
But I’ve done some more
On my music score,
So from that viewpoint, something’s right!
On Sunday morn the phone came back
(Although with clarity a lack),
I phoned to report
But got a retort
‘Bus’ness hours will put you on track’.
To Internet then gave a call
They said phone line faulty was all –
‘First, line you must do,
So I’ll put you through …’
To same auto voice! What a gall! …
Now Monday, and totally dead,
And up I am totally fed;
No lights are blinking;
I am now thinking
Of taking up bowling, instead. …
Come Tuesday, and still I am vexed
At how very badly I’m hexed:
No phone and no net;
How bad can it get?
Suppose electricity’s next
Now Wednesday, and there came at last
Technician, after such a blast
Daughter delivered –
They quaked and they shivered,
And came to fix the cable, fast!
I’ve hundreds of emails to do,
And they still keep on coming through,
What time it will take
Lost time up to make
I simply do not have a clue!
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