Tuesday, October 5, 2010


Right at my fingertips,

As I write this simple verse,

Is a tool that has no equal,

A gift of untold worth.

I refer to the Internet,

All knowledge to be had,

Waiting to be accessed

By the bright, bold and the mad!

A few well chosen keystrokes,

And there’s what I wish to know:

Say, the myths of ancient Greece,

The works of Burns or Poe.

While on line I check the spelling,

And definitions of what I say.

I have no good excuse

If my usage goes agley!*

The Internet’s my bookshelf,

My Oxford and my don.

Some day I’ll be a scholar.

(I should live so long!)

*A good Scottish word. See Robbie Burns!

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