User:Mikoshi/poetry/Wireless

Author's note: A parody of Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Stopping by Wireless Cafés on a Work Day

Whose comp this is I think I know.

Its type is called a laptop though;

It will not mind me charging here

To watch its small LED glow.

My IBM must think it queer

To start without an outlet near

Between the plug and 'lectron lake

The darkest evening of the year.

It gives its soundcard bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy fan and speaker flake.

The drives are lovely, large and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And forums to see before I sleep,

And forums to see before I sleep.