Internet Woes
Gremlins, that’s what the technician said…
Faulty technology is what I dread!
Glitches untold are hidden by moguls’ gold.
But they should correct what the masses are sold.
What would it take?
What could we make?
In a day, in an hour,
Working with reliable power…
As more work goes online,
We’re told all will be fine.
But the internet’s down.
And the gremlins think I’m a clown.
With plenty of time
To ponder a rhyme.
Then at the end of the day,
All the gremlins will say,
“Oh, what a thrill we have had…
Sorry! Our bad…”
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