Home They Brought Her Laptop Dead After Alfred Tennyson Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

No ping, access unlimited,
no modem ring, no cut and dried
response supplied by manual read,
nO Brave New World which once seemed wide!

Home they brought her lap-top dead,
got her back up, loud she cried,
slipped a disc, a friend added,
“There's no back-up Intel inside? '

Then they called the hotline, fed
by warranty too soon denied,
“Your guarantee’s expired.' they said:
then 'piece' of mind fell by wayside.

“Though to Windows I’m not wed,
hard to lose is bandwidth wide,
there’s no Second Life, instead
Twitter echo won’t abide! ”

Rose a sage of threescore led
through understanding deep - he sighed,
“Chip implanted in your head
by Wi-Fi could be fortified.”

“That will mean my mind misled
by database personified
may discover fountainhead
with external disc supplied? ”

Summer tempest tears soon fled:
“Solution you’ve identified! ”
she said, “to ease my maiden head
withdrawal symptoms pacified
providing gilt and gingerbread,
life becoming simplified,
discarding guilt for years ahead,
beside n million clones allied.'

With barriers removed or sped,
emotions' threads disqualified,
then, conscience soothed, or put to bed,
objections obsolete, defied.