a sixty fifth new poem ... 'hewlett-packard incident'

Gregor looked sheepish,

The silly bastard.

He had just reversed over

His brand new Hewlett-Packard.

The hard

Drive was buggered,

And could he get the CD-Rom

To run again? Could he

Ever!?

Never, nada.

Yawn, yawn, yada, yada – Gregor

Would bleat about his misfortune

For months to come, one

Time he even cried about the

Incident in front of

His Mum

(Hewlett-Packard said the

Warranty had expired;

Gregor said he’d been

Fleeced, had the wool

Pulled over his

Milksop eyes).