Lady Chancellor

by

J D Cully

I was 21 years when I sent this e-mail
They say it's good to talk - but you're doomed to fail
She hoped the news would carry on
But I just turned around and she was gone

Ten years we brought the news from every shore
But our proud track record is no more
Frazzled to a cinder in cyberspace
She never wanted to leave this place

For all their special offers and their jolly talk
Inside an itchy trigger continues to stalk
It'll have you for a mug
Wish I could get her back somehow
Though Y2K is over now
I'm buggered by a bug

So hatless now I hum a bitter little ditty
Listening to the boy from the big bad city
Hanging round Sloane Square and South Kensington stations
Mulling about some of her relations

And the helpdesk makes you wish you were dead
They send the answer to something else instead
Somehow please let them get put in their place
Melissa, come back - feast on their data base!

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