The door bell rang,
I jumped and sang,
It was the people with the fiber,
it will make my internet run like fire,
they came in with only a string,
they did not bring any other thing,
they checked my electrical trunking,
and found it was working,
and said it was only a survey,
no need to say hurray,
I need to wait 100 nights
for my fiber to be alight,
oh the misery,
oh the torture,
no fast internet for me,
just waiting for the future.
:-(
God. I feel sad for you. One day all your dreams will come true.
ReplyDeleteYou can still break the eggs and kill the sheep, you know. I don't mind having the eggs.
ReplyDeleteNo hon, I know this doesn't help, but u waited for what a decade or a century, 100 nights wouldnt hurt. Does saying that ur poem's nice make u feel any better? :-p
hussa: Hehe, thanks for being supportive.
ReplyDeletescarlo: eggs, sheep, reminds of a ghoozi dinner I had and it was delicious. Thanks for the nice words about my poem, it is not Shakespeare but it came from the heart. ;-)