September 13, 2016

 

 

I don’t know what an App is,

nor do I twitter or tweet,

which leaves me on the back foot;

the baton dropped when I compete.

 

I don’t know the latest jargon;

my iphone hardly used.

It is a whole new world to me,

at times I feel abused.

 

‘Do you want to play with me?’

flashed upon my screen.

In horror I deleted it;

who was this creep, I’d never seen?

 

I’m told my Website an oasis,

where only nomads tread,

who fall on it by accident,

in desperation to be fed.

 

‘Give me a pen and paper,

and notebook every time.

Complete with real life pages,

where I can write in rhyme.

 

So no-one else can steal

my ideas as they appear,

which seems to be the case:

Copyright, an ass, I fear!

 

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