Here I go to write my thing –
Of course the phone is going to ring.
Talk and talk and talk some more
Until there’s a knock at the door.
Swiftly handed and deftly signed for
There’s a package upon my floor.
It’s in my way and that won’t do
There’s scissors to fetch and cats to shoo
Quickly unwrapped I’m happy to find
It’s the hardrive that’s been on my mind.
My own drive has been poised to fail
What perfect timing to receive the mail.
No time to write, there’s work to be done
I will install this drive then have some fun.
I’ve had such a busy day
And so swiftly it has slipped away
There was something I was supposed to do,
Guess this poem will have to do.