My Naughty Kindle

MY NAUGHTY KINDLE

I like technology, really I do

I worked with it for years, more than a few

Others I trained while fear was on the younger

But I have always gone when there has been no other

I only like phones if I need to call or a friend rings me

The mobiles are great because I am not tied, but walk free

However, however, however,

A Mobile along throws me into a never

Want this leash on my time

When I go freedom is my design

Now my Naughty Kindle is another thing

In bygone days was a joy to bring

It had books and books and books galore

I had no need to wander in and out a store

Always a passenger never a driver

Gave me the time to read, to savor

But my Naughty Kindle a gift from a son

Burdens me down with more work to be done.

But that is not the reason for this display

No, no, no, no, there is more to this dismay

I know my New York accent throws some off

But voice to text doesn't try to match, just scoff

And when I tell what the naughty Kindle does

It types my words until it is the reveal,it gives fuzz

I think there is a Bot or two that has arthritic joints

and like a cantankerous personality it decides to point

how ludicrous it finds my ordinary chatter

Revamps my statements and writes splatter

A story line with no matter or reason

Rhyme not a chance, and auto-correct not even.

~PLS/PCS~ 11/4/2020

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