What Robert Burns Might Say Today

O my tv's had a gray, gray screen Since it blew up last June. The radio plays no melody. The piano's out of tune. Alas! My ipod's ceased to work. My laptop's gone kaput. My car just died a violent death, And now I am on foot. When HBO plays great, my dears, When car and gadgets run, I'll pay thy exorbitant fees, my dears; Then we'll all be having fun. So fare thee well, my saviors dear. I'll call thee in a while. Take care of these, young fix-it men. They're really worth a pile! Robert Burns, Scottish poet, 1700's entered in Julia Ward's A Light to Like Poetry Contest on June 25, 2017