Myra

So many days in that black swivel chair Clicking on clues, who needs fresh air? Staring at the screen with its curve like the earth You’d think I’d been doing this from at least birth Madeline, Reader Rabbit, Pooh Bear, Spy Fox Taught me from the time you emerged from your box Carried in one late night by and old uncle geek The start up tune hummed and my interest was piqued From three till the present I’ve been entertained By the wiles of the Sims whose lives I have made And the zoos and roller coasters so easily created From the black swivel chair I so rarely vacated As middle school came you kept my music sound Through plenty of afternoons I’d bum around The pop-punk of that age you’ve always protected And every bad album I’ve gone and collected YouTube came quickly and swiftly took over My evenings, my weekends, I was an internet rover Neopets, Webkinz, and Gaia came and went So my internaut status began its ascent And the world became connected through email and such Allowing my cousins and I to keep in touch They were far overseas but felt near as next door We could communicate constantly, never a bore The days came and went when I’d tan in the summer But I always came back when the weather was glummer And then in September you soon became guard Of essays and labs leaving my free time scarred Now I blog and I tweet, store it all in the cloud Broadcasting my thoughts to an uproarious crowd A balance I’ve found as time has progressed But from the computer I’ve been plenty blessed