INTRO: I wrote this poem this week, just for a laugh after I had been writing the story of my poetry journey. My journey has been anything BUT funny since I started 15 months ago. It’s been demanding work and a steep learning curve. But the language and jargon of this internet world we now live in always make me laugh. Beverley Joy
My story as a poet started a long time ago
When there were no computers in family homes
The phone was screwed to the wall in the family room or hall
And featured one shrill chime and a nail breaking dial.
When people didn’t PIN to show their INTEREST
When we got bogged in mud not BLOGGED in words
When to POST was to put a stamped envelope in a box on the side of the road.
A time when birds TWITTERED not people
When to be LINKED IN was when dad linked the trailer by a chain, to our car’s tow bar
To WordPress was to press words on a piece of paper with a stamp made of rubber
To INSTAGRAM was to send an instant message by telegram in SHORTCODE and finger tapping.
A REDBUBBLE was created by blowing red liquid through a bubble ring
To FACEBOOK was to turn your FACE to read a BOOK’s printed page
To PODCAST was to cast the pod of a pea into the water to cook for dinner.
Now in 2021
I TWITTER with PINTEREST at how LINKED IN I am
At POSTING and SHARING and WEBINARING
Though sometimes I am PRESSed for WORDs and feel BLOGGED
But, when I PRESS the WORD ‘PUBLISH’, I feel INSTAGRAMification.
That’s when I take time to CONNECT
You see, I’m IN T NET, we’re FAVOURITE FRIENDs
We stay CONNECTED by SHARING our LIKEs
Our COMMENTS empower our HARD DRIVE.
Come join in the dance across the keyboard pad
Tapping our way, no matter what your age
There’s SPACE to ENTER this PAGE in history
And ÈMJOI and contribute, FOLLOW my LEAD MAGNET.
Beverley Joy © 2021 of Simply Story Poetry. All rights Reserved.
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