[carol m]

What a day my fellow twangers
Searching high and low
Had to find a power adapter
That I could bestow
Upon my keyboard -give it power
If my vocals are to flower
I need a backing camoflage
Much better than a small mirage.

I'm thinking duet is the way to go
Two warblings could be better,
Then, each one, is somewhat hidden
(Did you know Aborigines made things called middens?)

After that was in the bag
I went in search of extra RAM
Then a wee dram from a can
Installed the RAM without much trouble
Put on dinner - what a scramble
Then the trusty Balash came
To fix our router once again.

Would it work? No, it would not
Made more coffee in a pot
Several hours our Balash laboured
While some food he quietly savoured
Then we knocked off, for Christmas pud
That's what fixed it, I knew it would.

Now my puter flies and purrs
Wizzing here and there with grace
It keeps up quite a frenzied pace.
I know it sounds a bit absurd
It even has that thing called Word (its a rhyming thing).

The cat just sits there, its been outflanked
It's lucky it hasn't yet been spanked,
My puter purrs much better than her
And it doesn't complain or have much fur
I like my puter quite a lot
Unlike the cat who's gone to pot.