I greatly enjoyed this one by Clive James:
Windows Is Shutting Down
Windows is shutting down, and grammar are
On their last leg. So what am we to do?
A letter of complaint go just so far,
Proving the only one in step are you.
Better, perhaps, to simply let it goes.
A sentence have to be screwed pretty bad
Before they gets to where you doesnt knows
The meaning what it must of meant to had.
The meteor have hit. Extinction spread,
But evolution do not stop for that.
A mutant languages rise from the dead
And all them rules is suddenly old hat.
Too bad for we, us what has had so long
The best seat from the only game in town.
But there it am, and whom can say its wrong?
Those are the break. Windows is shutting down.
It got me going on a related complaint:
Broadband Blues
In the days of 300-baud modems
We hoarded the words that we spent.
They were terse and precise as shapes chiseled from ice,
For a long one would cost you a cent!
And we thought of the words that we sent, tra-la-la,
Yes, we thought of the words that we sent.
Nowadays we go tirelessly blogging
And we use all the words that we please.
Thus their value's diminished, and soon as we're finished
We pound out a slew more with ease.
Digitalia's a dreadful disease, tra-la-la,
Digitalia's a dreadful disease.
We should go back to thinking in haiku
Or an epigram cut to the quick.
Such renewed parsimony might cut the baloney
With which every inbox is thick
(Though I still can delete with a click, tra-la-la,
Though I still can delete with a click).
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