Poetic Gadgeteer
April 28, 2007
Celador have a new show commissioned by the BBC that focusses on luxuries in life; including gadgets and technology. If you’re interested mail your interest to Kimberley at kgodbolt@celador.co.uk. But that wasn’t why I posted about this. I was reading through the comments over at Gizmodo UK and found this poem (below) by Dave Hanson. Maybe you’ll be seeing Dave on TV sometime soon, it certainly raises the bar.
The Alarm goes “Ding” and I awake from my sleep,
I roll out of bed into a heap,
I open my eyes and look all around,
I survey my Techie kingdom of which I am so proud,
The wifey has gone, I’m free to play,
I know she will be back sometime today.
I follow the trail of unplug devices,
She knows how to spoil one of my only vices,
I sit in the lounge and turn on my HIFI,
The music streams in, its connected by WIFI,
Open my cupboards for all to see,
My collection of DVD’s is now taller than me.
I’m not a grunt in fact I’m six feet tall,
But the tower grows huge, I’m feeling quite small.
I move to the lazy boy and grab the control,
I see HD-DVD & Blueray I’ve bought them all.
I switch on the tv, the plasma burns bright,
The glow from outside is a wondrous sight,
I Look up, I Look Down, VR Technology is all around,
I Look Left, I Look Right The Dolby Surround sound gives me a fright
I switch on the Xbox and play a war game,
I am beaten by a 10 year old, the pity the shame.
I switch to the PS3 but there is no fun here,
The price $ony charged me is bringing a tear,
I open my laptop and surf the news
Blue-Ray & HD-DVD are dead and IPTV rules.
I jump up to my feet to get me some lunch,
My back is stiff, am I’m developing a hunch?
Sitting at a desk all week is taking its toll,
I contemplate quitting and going on the doll,
A few hours left before she’ll be home,
I should really tidy up but there is a ring on my phone,
It’s a video message left by my sister,
She moved to Oz, how I have missed her,
She says she will be back in the middle of summer,
When she sees all these gadgets she’ll think I’ve got dumber.
One of my tasks is to mow the lawn,
I bought a robot mower and named him Shaun,
He runs around the garden and never misses a spot,
Which is bl00dy right too as he cost me a lot,
I sit and watch him in the afternoon sun,
The phone rings again, this time its mum,
She video phoned to shows me dads rash,
I wish the technology was not always so flash,
I assure her its nothing and that I must leave,
She can see I’m not busy but she is often Naïve,
Then there’s a knock at the front of the door,
The wifey is back and its still before 4.
I rush round the house and switch of my toys,
She walks in the door and says boys will be boys,
You see gadgets are me and that’s what she loves,
Lets just hope she doesn’t find my Virtual reality Gloves!
by: Chris Chapman
Poem by: Dave Hanson
