The Maven


With apologies to Mr. Poe…

The Maven

Once upon a mid-day dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume on my iPhone 4,

While I nodded, nearly napping, wishing there would come a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“ ‘Tis the cable guy,” I hope to mutter, “tapping at my chamber door —

To fix my Internet, once more.”