Magic Show
I chanced onto an older chap
who fell into my lonesome lap
I said, O please, would you join me
for a cup or two of soothing tea
A look of thanks swept over him
So I replied, Please come on in
The tea is hot and you are cold
Please pardon if I'm rude or bold
He looked around, and then he gasped
What's that on your desk, he asked
My screen, of course, I brushed away
his question as some small talk play
But he was scared and couldn't speak
I saw that he'd begun to freak
As pictures moved across the screen
It seemed that he was frightened clean
Out of his gourd -- no longer bored
I asked him if he liked my Dell
He gulped, That creature is from Hell!
Well, his comment really rang a bell
I asked him if he knew the date
And he replied -- 1808
I said, for you, Is this a magic show
Yes sir! -- a black one -- Let me go!
Friends, as sure as stars above do twinkle
My guest that night ~ Rip Van Winkle
~ iambic tetrameter (mostly) ~
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