A posse of cronies
With button-marked thumbs
Were part of a ring
Of cyberspace chums
With crimson-lined eyes
They played night and day
Till some solemn stranger
Took their machines away
The stranger stole through the dark
Before they, could awake
To tip their technology
Into a lake
The groups sleep-rested eyes
Opened to see
The redundant space
Where gizmos should be
Some shouted, some cried
Some just couldn't speak
They rose from their beds
Confused and knees weak
Once clothed and clean
And breakfast was through
One cry could be heard
'Now what do we do?'
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:30 AM UTC
A posse of cronies
With button-marked thumbs
Were part of a ring
Of cyberspace chums
With crimson-lined eyes
They played night and day
Till some solemn stranger
Took their machines away
The stranger stole through the dark
Before they, could awake
To tip their technology
Into a lake
The groups sleep-rested eyes
Opened to see
The redundant space
Where gizmos should be
Some shouted, some cried
Some just couldn't speak
They rose from their beds
Confused and knees weak
Once clothed and clean
And breakfast was through
One cry could be heard
'Now what do we do?'
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