a-chasing wifi, a limerick (almost)

Under the black high sky

My laptop’s covered in mites

They creep and crawl

Over it all

Because I’m chasing wifi.

 

All the frightening noises

Can’t tear down my boldness

Even the plague

Can’t make me afraid

Not gonna get my Asus. (okay, so the rhyming is pretty loose)

 

That storm had to knock it out

Making me run all about

Searching the camp

For a little amp

That IT guy is a lout.

 

Can’t get it in my donga

Oh f*** it, nothing rhymes with donga…

Being out in the raw natural night is NOT a conducive environment for creativity, much as I tried to prove otherwise…

I’m going inside now. Goodbye world! If something major happens I’ll find out next week.