Power Cut

I looked up at the ceiling in horror
What had happened to the lights?
And so great was my sudden 'sorrer'
At what had happened to the lights.

I reached for the torch in panic,
What had happened to the lights?
The switch slid across with a definite click.
Illuminating what had happened to the lights.

I hated powercuts at the best of times
But now my computer was dead,
And all my brand new Protagonize rhymes
Were lost now my comptuer was dead.

I sighed and reached for a notebook,
Because now my computer was dead.
I'd write some things to get me off the hook,
Even though my computer was dead.

The poem I scribbled was rubbish,
Because I can't do ones that rhyme,
But someday I'll make one final wish,
That I'll learn to do ones that rhyme.

The End

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