Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,699 Points (1954 / California)

The Old Cloud Con - Poem by Hans Ostrom

A 'magician' came to town.
He explained what information was-
different, he said, from our tools,
animals, and plants. He asked

where we dept our information.
The usual places, we said:
Boxes, pockets, minds.
Oh, he said, give it to me,

and for a fee, I'll keep it
in a cloud for you!
In a cloud? we asked.
Yes, in a cloud, he said,

but for a fee! We then
kept the 'magician' under
guard for a while after
that exchange because

he was so obviously a
scoundrel. Soon we let
him go, unharmed.
We gave him information

about where to travel
from here and
options for
a new career.

hans ostrom 2015

Topic(s) of this poem: computer

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

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