With apologies to Mr. Poe…
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.”