No-Internet-Dinosaur

No internet, 
for the howmanieth time,
not for the first time, by far,
not to worry, there's my dinosaur,
he'll be semi-fun for now,
and I have it well in hand,
so much no internet
has me used to it all by now,
nothing lasts forever, though,
there I've hurled him
into the needles of a laughing cactus,
game over, sorry dino,
for the toomanieth time,
not to worry, there's another,
start, more semi-fun, go,
and now it's quicker by the yard,
but I have it well in hand,
for a while, at least,
but not forever,
there I 've hurled him 
into the teeth of a smaller dinosaur,
game over, poor sucker, again,
next, please, there you are,
now nasty no-internet internet
has a nasty trick to deploy,
day becomes night,
threw me for a second
and I was nearly undone,
but I have it back in hand
until good internet leaves him
suspended and disappointed in mid-air,
good things lead to better things,
as they say,
and now I have internet,
it's really for the best,
it's what I came for, you know.

8th June 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Johnson-Saunders Avatar
June 15, 2020 at 7:00 PM
Thanks for bringing me a smile tonight. We've all been there. It's frustrating, but I've never played the dinosaur game. My kids have told me about it, though...maybe I'll try it next time. I feel like I'm missing out. I will usually write the old fashioned way, pen to paper if I have no internet...I enjoyed the read, Lawrence. Hugs, Rhonda:)
Sharp Avatar
June 16, 2020 at 2:34 PM
Thanks, Rhonda, visit and comment appreciated. To be fair, this one is both literal and metaphoric. Very pleased if you enjoyed.
Sharp Avatar
June 13, 2020 at 4:01 AM
When my laptop or tablet tells me that I have no internet connectivity, the eighties style dinosaur graphic appears and I immediately click on it. I'm happy to play for as long as I need to, and it does keep me occupied. Just as people may play with whichever substitute relationship presents itself while they're waiting for the one they really want.
Nicole Avatar
June 13, 2020 at 11:13 PM
I know this dinosaur!! Yes, I have played this game- while waiting to connect. Most of the time, I walk away and find something else to do. I have word document on my laptop, so- there are times I linger with my muse. Waiting to see if she will come out to play. :) I am happy to see you back Lawrence. :) Brandy
Nicole Avatar
June 12, 2020 at 9:21 PM
You- without Internet!! Been there, done that, many times. Like You said, other things are enjoyable, if you look. Dino in Hand!! I like that. :) Welcome back my dear friend. :) Brandy
Sharp Avatar
June 13, 2020 at 3:55 AM
Thanks, Brandy, always good to see you.
Callus Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 8:16 AM
Yours is an enjoyable pleasant write which elicits a wide smile, Lawrence. Internet has many advantages, though it can also be exasperating. Of course, we have to take the bad with the good. ~ Regards // paul
Sharp Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 11:31 AM
Thank you, Paul, good to have you here, and more so if you enjoyed.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 8, 2020 at 8:19 PM
This made me chuckle so. Especially being hurled into the needles of a laughing cactus. I'm a wee bit hooked, but not enough to get a screeny thing phone, this dino chick likes her flip. ;), xomo
Sharp Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 11:27 AM
Thanks for reading, Mo, pleased if you enjoyed.
Pandit Avatar
June 8, 2020 at 5:46 PM
It's a joy when technology works as intended, especially when you need it. But when it doesn't work, often we have no clue why its down..quite frustrating! Looks like you have had your share, Lawrence.
Sharp Avatar
June 9, 2020 at 11:27 AM
As always, Vijay, support very warmly received, thank you, my friend.
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