In Wray the pigeon is dead,
Martyred on a loop of fibre,
His old and inefficient ways,
Killed off by Doyle of cyber.
The ways of farmfolk perceived:
Rustic whirr of disaffection,
Dawned now the age of Internet,
Enlightening connection!
Oh city boys this killer,
Was 30 Meg symmetrical,
An epitaph, in words of rhyme
This last post, poetical.
For @cyberdoyle
thank you! an honour to be immortalised by the bard of timicoland
Comment by chris — April 27, 2011 @ 4:54 pm
Nice! You can tell you’re Welsh! Way with words, boyo.
Comment by Lindsey Annison — May 1, 2011 @ 9:22 pm