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
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Beaufort Avatar
July 17, 2025 at 7:27 AM
Janice, ahhh...the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. You captured his wit with grace. I see you have been doing this for ten years or more. That's pretty good....and not a bad comment yet....that's really good. Some of us are not that lucky, but in my case it's my own doing. LOL and smiles!!
Austin Avatar
September 22, 2016 at 11:51 AM
The germ here is that Mr. Burns probably would not write any great poetry what with all the gadgets available. Down with technology! Congrats. daver
Canerdy Avatar
September 22, 2016 at 12:20 PM
Love this reply, Daver! Thanks. Janice
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