I resisted, but in the end I succumbed . . .
I’m logged on the Net and my modem’s connected,
Its dialog boxes set up as directed,
My e-mails are sent with their grammar corrected,
My search engine’s humming, I’m password-protected.
My head is chock full with the facts I’ve collected –
But what if a downloaded file is infected?
Will it make me unwell? Is a virus suspected?
To dwell on such things could leave one dejected.
So far, it’s been more or less as I expected:
My ambitious aims have not been deflected
And, even though other things have been neglected,
It’s left me nite quormal – bry main’s not affected.