065 - Laptop

My laptop has a name - it’s Larry

It's just one thing I have to carry

It lives inside my heavy work bag

The one that's slowly starting to sag

The bag also has pockets full of cables

Each one has been carefully labelled

They connect from here to there

Although the data flies through the air

My headset doesn't have a name

I sometimes think that's such a shame

And then I come back to my senses

And file away my silly pretences

Pretty soon I've got a meeting

But not right now, I'm sat here eating

I'm writing this in my lunch hour

But my PC’s running out of pow

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume One, available from the Shop!