Ode to the Dial-Up Modem

Well, dear readers, we've almost reached an important milestone.  Next week marks a year that I've been posting stories, poems, and other nonsense to this blog.  But we'll wait for the full nostalgia until the momentous day next Tuesday.  In the meantime, treat yourself to a small helping of reminiscing with this poem.

Whir-whiz-biz-buzz

This old thing sure sounds like fuzz

Tink-whop-zee-wee

Still, it makes life easy for me

Clunk-bunk-zip-wiz

How it works is like a quiz

Whoo-bloo-beep-zeer

All I know is it sounds queer

Zee-squee-woa-eet

Internet is mighty neat

Toot-wok-wok-plat

My mail loads in ten minutes flat

Quee-lee-woop-ta

It lets me search through lots of data

Loo-pwee-hee-wour

As long as I wait at least an hour

Beep-tweet-woo-wir

This invention will live forever

Zeet-hoo-pwoo-tur

I can’t imagine anything faster

Ping-wok-oo-ding

Wait, is this page still loading?

Wee-hoot-tweep-ting

It’s been a day and counting

Zwee-lee-woo-ate

Maybe dial-up is not so great

Ting-ting-boop-bate

And these sounds won’t let me think straight

Weeeeee—CRASH!

There.  Much better.