I read your poem Neenie, about your awful plight
But let's get it in perspective, let's get the whole thing right.
When you're sitting at your 'puter', you're being pretty good
Not peeping through folks windows, or prowling the neighbourhood.
You're not yelling at your hubby, or flirting with some man
Or terrorising old folks, or hatching up a plan.
You're not being really wicked, or acting like a rebel
In fact my dear old Neenie, you're no fun to the devil.
You're sitting at your 'puter', and chatting with some mate
You're having fun and laughing, even though it has got late.
Your kids are sleeping soundly, and Andy's in his chair
You're talking and/or flirting, with someone else out there.
They're faceless and they're strangers, we know that this is true,
But they're interesting and witty, and can hold their own with you.
And as the minutes tick away, there's no movment in the house
Except for Neen the chatterbox, clicking with her mouse.
Talking with the rest of us, that suffer from this curse
But when all is said and done, it could be so much worse.
So hang in there and surf away, to your little hearts content
Because the nigth time beastie, it never will relent.
Download, browse, surf and chat, you're got the curse for sure
You didn't know at that first click, what was lurking at your door.
But now you're in, the 'puters on, the little seed has grown
You're an addict now you see, the symptoms are full blown.
But what the heck, who really cares, 'bout how we waste our time
Oh....sorry, but I have to run, Neenies on the line....!
This is a reply from my friend Splittz
Thank you sweetie..((hugs))
I read your poem Neenie, about your awful plight
But let's get it in perspective, let's get the whole thing right.
When you're sitting at your 'puter', you're being pretty good
Not peeping through folks windows, or prowling the neighbourhood.
You're not yelling at your hubby, or flirting with some man
Or terrorising old folks, or hatching up a plan.
In fact my dear old Neenie, you're no fun to the devil.
You're sitting at your 'puter', and chatting with some mate
You're having fun and laughing, even though it has got late.
Your kids are sleeping soundly, and Andy's in his chair
You're talking and/or flirting, with someone else out there.
They're faceless and they're strangers, we know that this is true,
But they're interesting and witty, and can hold their own with you.
And as the minutes tick away, there's no movment in the house
Except for Neen the chatterbox, clicking with her mouse.
Talking with the rest of us, that suffer from this curse
But when all is said and done, it could be so much worse.
So hang in there and surf away, to your little hearts content
Because the nigth time beastie, it never will relent.
Download, browse, surf and chat, you're got the curse for sure
You didn't know at that first click, what was lurking at your door.
But now you're in, the 'puters on, the little seed has grown
You're an addict now you see, the symptoms are full blown.
But what the heck, who really cares, 'bout how we waste our time
Oh....sorry, but I have to run, Neenies on the line....!
This is a reply from my friend Splittz
Thank you sweetie..((hugs))
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