I love the web:

When I grow old,

And crotchety, and always cold,

I’ll sit at my computer screen,

And surf the web like I’ve never been

There before.

And when the years are in my bones.

And aches, and coughs, and sullen moans

Beset my soul with all that’s wrong.

I’ll surf the web the whole night long

Until I snore.

No need the gruesome sqwawk of TeeVee

To lull my eyes until they’re sleepy:

I’ll surf the web until the dawn,

And sleep the daylit hours.

or yawn

And surf a little more.

I love the web. It is my home.

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