All our gates have been locked for protection.
Now the fish has made quite a reflection.
This new schedule's fine
Until they change their mind
And they start a new Sunday collection.
There's a call from a guy. I must scurry!
"This darned phone doesn't work! Now, please hurry!"
It works fine! Can't you see
Just as plain as can be.
"No, it doesn't! They made it too blurry!"
When the chance of a fix appeared slim,
That young techie, with pride he would brim.
"Rev that engine! You'll see
That as quick as can be
Those who use it now type just like JIM!"
"There's no internet!" I heard the moan
When the user tried working alone.
There's no power, you see.
He asked, "How could that be?"
It was used up by yesterday's phone.
There's a phone glitch. I'll try to assail 'er.
Lots of CAT-5 ran out to a trailer.
What I found at the hour?
That phone used more power!
This guy - do they call him Tim Taylor?