So yet again computer fated
To make my life all complicated:
Modem lights were showing, yet,
There was just no internet;
Tried out all the usual tricks,
Nothing would the problem fix.
Help centre phone just rang and rang,
I showed a fang and uttered, ‘Dang!’
But finally I did get through,
To hold on in the usual queue,
Until a real live human came
To ask my number and my name.
And then, to get back on the net,
The protocol, to be reset,
Turned out to be what was required –
Though what it was that first inspired
The wretched thing itself to change
I really find most passing strange!
And why the internet should get
Formality and etiquette –
Which is what protocol entails –
My reasoning and logic fails!
A million emails now I’ve got,
And comments on the blog, a lot!
With all of that, I greatly fear
I won’t catch up before next year …
Oh, by the way, do be a dear
And go and vote for someone here!
My desk’s the really cluttered mess –
You may not like that one, I guess?
But, if you do, perhaps I can
Do better than an also-ran!
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