My Cold Cup of Tea

My tech of nology is some what limited Even when I try to get things printed But to transfer pictures is testing me Failed to connect keeps harrassing me Tech of nology is a crazy puzzle Has tied my mind into its muzzle To think of a plan of what that might be I decide to make a nice cup of tea But impatient am I or a fool I may be I begin to embark my challenging journey The memory card will not work And bluetooth is making me feel like a berk Do I confess and give up now? Or carry on with my prowl? I take a deep breath and count to ten I will win this and transfer them I remove the card to check it's ok Then put it back in, but the wrong way So here I am with this new struggle Stuck it is, oh I'm in a muddle A needle, a toothpick I did apply The tweezers I know, I will give them a try My choices of tools I was desperate you see To win back my card my phone kept from me As I pulled and tugged as hard as can be It shoots straight out into my cup of cold tea Fingers dives in and fumbles around To my relief the card quickly found A blow on the card and a gentle shake Come on card give me a break Placed on towel paper to dry A warm blow from the hairdryer next I try More thoughtful this time I insert the card But no it's still just a bit to hard I cuss at myself for being so silly Win I will, I'm a determined Milly Finally inserted I am ready to go I press the buttons but alas it's a no No pictures was found they are lost in the sea By the mug of my cold cup of tea