At the end of a recent journalism exam I took, students were asked to write a poem about the telegraph for extra credit. In the two or three minutes that I had left by the time I reached the end, this is what I came up with:
Oh my dearest telegraph
What abominations you let me have
Tis all because of you
The internet devours my afternoon
How dare you my dearest telegraph
You've put cancer in my brain, you have
According to my doctor's note
I'm being kill by my cellular phone
So long my dearest telegraph
What little importance today you have
It's not over you today's children hath fought
It is but you who'll soon be forgot
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