No ping, access unlimited, <br />no modem ring, no cut and dried <br />response supplied by manual read, <br />nO Brave New World which once seemed wide! <br /> <br />Home they brought her lap-top dead, <br />got her back up, loud she cried, <br />slipped a disc, a friend added, <br />“There's no back-up Intel inside? ' <br /> <br />Then they called the hotline, fed <br />by warranty too soon denied, <br />“Your guarantee’s expired.' they said: <br />then 'piece' of mind fell by wayside. <br /> <br />“Though to Windows I’m not wed, <br />hard to lose is bandwidth wide, <br />there’s no Second Life, instead <br />Twitter echo won’t abide! ” <br /> <br />Rose a sage of threescore led <br />through understanding deep - he sighed, <br />“Chip implanted in your head <br />by Wi-Fi could be fortified.” <br /> <br />“That will mean my mind misled <br />by database personified <br />may discover fountainhead <br />with external disc supplied? ” <br /> <br />Summer tempest tears soon fled: <br />“Solution you’ve identified! ” <br />she said, “to ease my maiden head <br />withdrawal symptoms pacified <br />providing gilt and gingerbread, <br />life becoming simplified, <br />discarding guilt for years ahead, <br />beside n million clones allied.' <br /> <br />With barriers removed or sped, <br />emotions' threads disqualified, <br />then, conscience soothed, or put to bed, <br />objections obsolete, defied.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-they-brought-her-laptop-dead-after-alfred-tennyson-home-they-brought-her-warrior-dead/
