ode to surogran

It's been four months since I had a reliable internet connection...or paid for one. I composed this ditty to pay homage to my most recent mystery internet provider.

It may be silly, but it's silly in rhyme. Horatian ode rhyme.

Ahem.

ODE TO SUROGRAN

Before the day I first found you
I wondered how I would survive.
I sat on my new couch (it’s blue,
With green and yellow pillows, five)
And felt so far from all the rest,
From all the folks I care about.
No chance to talk or even chat!
No news or fun at my behest!!
It’s then my lips began to pout.
No friend nearby my head to pat.

I opened then the balcony door
And stepped outside to get some sun,
Remembered that we are too poor
(installation costs a tonne).
Who needs all that stuff anyways?
Do I need facebook and gmail?
Is this why the laptop was bought?
There are other ways to spend my days.
Instead of sitting down to wail,
I’ll listen to iTunes, I thought.

I brought a chair and my laptop,
Clicked on my name to start her up.
A window opened and went POP!
Connect? For real? I re-checked...yup...
A network found, called SUR-O-GRAN!!!
I now rely on the signal you send –
From where it comes, who knows? No clue!
No matter, though, I’m still your fan.
Dear SUROGRAN, my wireless friend...
I dedicate this ode to you!

I hang out the balcony from my bedroom while my roommate balances her laptop on the clothesline on the living room balcony.
The neighbours wonder about us.