Computers and the Internet are linked
In this new world of ours and so, today,
We now no longer write with pens well inked,
But everything is typed, we wish to say.
One letter now serves many that earlier
Required each to be written by our hand,
Ang gems of wisdom and of humour bear
Not even just a trace of our own hand.
And now we simply add on loads and loads
More jokes and pictures, all to boost our pride
And self aggrandizement, ignoring codes
Of gentlemanly conduct we deride.
It seems we've simply lost ability
To write as once we did, descriptively.
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