Coffee on the router,
Water on the wires,
The way to crash the internet,
Or so it transpires.
Can’t send an email,
Can’t check my mail,
Don’t do an ounce of good
to moan, or cry or wail.
An engineer’s coming,
Tomorrow is the day.
Please, let them fix it all,
Banish this dull dismay.
10/12/2026
I love the way you deliver this horrored tale with a sing-songy, perfectly rhymed ditty that sounds like an adorable children's poem or a delightful jingle for some product you want me to buy. Talk about a master of always choosing joy!! It's like the words-and-music conundrum that is "London Bridge Is Falling Down." [It sounds so HAPPY!!!] I hope the engineer does his or her magic trick in record time and saves you from the doldrums of life without the internet. Knowing you, though, you've made the most of your time. You're a bulldozer. (and extremely creative and positive.) xoxo