Tiddles The Quantum Cat

You may have heard a tale that folks relate
About a cat in a box in a quantum state
That cat is neither alive or dead when its hid
You can only make sure when you lift the lid

Now Tiddles the cat was the one whose fate
Had been tied forever into that quantum state
So when his mates came and gave him a shout
He couldn’t go because he was neither in nor out

Poor little Tiddles he just wasn’t really sure
Who he really was and if he existed any more
Being both dead and alive it seems to me
Means that he is probably just a Zombie

One night each year when the veils are thin
Reality gets twisted and they let the others in
So leave out a box with sweets and stuff like that
In case you need to feed Tiddles the Zombie Cat

And if you are out and about on Halloween Night
And hear a strange noise that gives you a fright
It’s probably just Tiddles the Zombie Cat
Knocking over bins or something like that

 

All Rights Reserved – Peter Roe – October 2017

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Is It Too Late To Be Writing Poetry?

I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning

We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?

I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration

I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!

Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head

Hard Driving

I am the Techno-Shaman
I live in  a Haych-Tee Tee-Pee

Got myself a dotcom internet Address
Got myself some of that Eee-mail
Got myself an Eye-Ess-Pee
With loads of Kay-Bee-Pease
I’m rammed up
Turned on
High on E
Hard driving on the information super highway

Cruising for a link
A HOT HOT You-Are-ELL
My Eye-Ess-Dee-En is running hot
My Pee-See-Eye can really fly
My hardwares hard
and my softwares NOT

Got myself a dotcom internet Address
Got myself some of that Eee-mail
Ee-chat, Eye-See-Q
I’m ‘virtually’ yours
I’m rammed up
I’m turned on
I’m high on E
I’m Hard driving
Cruising on the information super-highway

Peter Roe
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Information Overload

I’ve got me a tablet with a wire less contraption
that gives me the internet and network interaction
and a Hi Deff Tee Vee with digital information
that dishes up soap using it’s satellite connection

I’m integrated and interfaced and wired to the hilt
I get all the gadgets just as soon as they’re built
I’m hip and I’m cool and I’m trying not to get old
but really I’m approaching information overload

I got me a smart phone to keep me connected
and an alarm for the house to keep me protected
And a microchip for the cat to keep him located
and an XBone for my kids to keep them placated

I’m integrated and interfaced and wired to the hilt
I get all the gadgets just as soon as they’re built
I’m hip and I’m cool and I’m trying not to get old
but I think I’m approaching information overload

I’m targeted with adverts from morning till night
‘Hey… Buy this for a dollar’ or ‘Buy this Cheap Flight’
or ‘Bulk me Ups’ and  ‘Niagra’ and ‘Hot Totty’ too
or a ‘Cruising Holiday’ or a “Day Trip to the Zoo’

I integrated and interfaced with digital communication
but all the gadgets gave me was information saturation
I’m not hip and not cool and I’m definitely getting old
and I have finally reached information overload

Peter Roe
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Miss Information

I was surfing on the net like I usually do…
A window popped up “A Message For You!”
I clicked on the button with some anticipation
It opened right up an E-mail communication

It was a message from you saying “Hello it’s me
please write me straight back and then we shall see
if we can conduct this affair in a meaningful way
or we should stop it right now and call it a day”

I stop what I’m doing and think for a while
then start to write and begin with a smile
You know what I mean… a little emoticon
that signifies a mood or a hat you have on

:o)

I send an e-mail back with my kindest salutations
and a quick fire answer to your hot propositions
“Just check your recipients before you click send
to direct mail to your lover and not to your friend!”

Peter Roe
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Spam Too

I don’t really see how you can
Accuse me of sending spam

I’m pretty sure and I think you’ll find
That spam’s a tin with meat inside

And furthermore what’s even better
There’s no calories in an e-mail letter

How can you treat my odes my brother
Like some junk from a faceless other?

And if you feel your mailbox is replete,
then don’t read the stuff just hit delete!

Alternatively for a sense of humour bypass visit
http://www.wheresyoursenseofhumourman.com

Peter Roe
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