This morning when I woke up…let me take a second
to reminisce
I had an uneasy feeling as if something was
amiss.
I walked around the cabin trying not to make a
peep
Since it was still so early and Deborah was
asleep.
But the electricity was working and the clock showed
the correct time
So I sat down at my computer to post my daily
rhyme.
I found the folder and opened the best poem I’ve
written yet
But then I realized to my disbelief we had no
internet.
I unplugged, I rebooted, I reset, I touched
every key
And when all else failed at 6 A.M. I called A T
& T.
I spoke to a man in India(?) who said the cause
of our mayhem
Was a power outage in the area that would be
fixed by 5 P. M.
5 P.M. Oh My God! There was nothing more to say.
That meant our cherished internet would be out
the entire day.
5 P.M. this left me surprised, saddened, and
confused
What am I going to tell Deborah? How will she
take the news?
But Deborah took it like a pro, she’s a trooper
through and through
So we sat down together and decided what to do.
“It’s really not so bad”, I said, “Sure it’s a
huge blow.
But look, it’s already 8 o’clock…only 9 more hours
to go”.
“But where will we get our news and
entertainment Deborah exclaimed
And I have no idea who won last night World
Series game.
Before we started to panic…an idea came to me
“Deborah!” I said picking up the remote
control….” we still have our TV.”
But after watching endless videos of Miley Cyrus
twerking
We switched over to Netflix to see if it was
working.
It wasn’t! And I will omit our unprintable
interjections
When we realized that Netfilx needs an internet
connection.
So we turned it off to play a game then Deborah
tried to sew
And when we were through we realized…8 more hours
still to go.
“Deborah”, I said, “For 6 hours our internet’s
been restricted.
Do you think, perhaps, by our reaction, that we
could be addicted?”
“Don’t be silly,” Deborah said, “As we ate lunch
at some Wi-Fi restaurant
“My IPAD says you’re not addicted if you can
quit any time you want.”
After lunch we returned home still a little
stunned.
We sat around watching uncomfortably waiting for
5:01.
“The Internet’s back,” I stuttered, as it was
hard for me to speak
But Deborah was already using her IPAD as a tear
fell down her cheek.
So as you can see we don’t have a problem…we
have nothing to admit.
It’s not that we’re addicted, it’s just that…we
don’t want to quit.
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