To the death of a modem

    The modem died ... Silent on the spot.
    A click of the relay - and that’s it, it’s ready ...
    I don’t receive news,
    I don’t hear the “Bizi” I beeps.

    I do not stay in the evenings,
    To call BBS,
    And terminal programs
    Do not arouse interest.
    You were more than a device to me,
    Though at times you were strange,
    And it bothered me ...
    But still, I loved you.
    As a souvenir,
    only an old manual remained .
    Three times, I remember, I tried,
    But I didn’t finish it to the end.
    I
    can’t test your innocent joke “connection bridge”
    And
    don’t throw you on the wall in a dazed mind .
    You wink with a cat's eye
    Green bulbs of their own,
    I will not call you a plague - Forever your speaker has died down.
    I’ll go to the authorities and passionately I
    ’ll ask for money for Zuksel.
    And, sad and unhappy,
    I’ll write about the death of the modem.

    taken from fitt.ru , ingenious, imho

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