That's sweet Mrs S.... 
I wrote a poem back for you.... 
ode to an internet buddy
it's 3am in Oz...just 1pm o'er there
my turn to do the late night shift,
twice in a row..not fair
a little smiley taps away.. 
"Why don't you click "Accept"?
my eyelids lift so wearily
my brain cells are bereft.
"I've gone and changed a pixel
tell me what you think?
of course you see which one it is,
it sticks out like it's pink".
"I've checked through all your list of names,
of none I'm truly sure...
why don't you get your Notepad out
and give me 50 more".
The kookaburras laughing tell me it's time for bed
it's 5am, the coffee's gone
the cat's looking to be fed.
I put my little nitecap on and shuffle off to sleep 
but before I can get to the door I hear a little beep.
I've forgotten to sign off you see and there's another file
accompanied straight after by a cheery little smile. 
I can't resist, I click 'Accept' & load it on my 'puter
I look at it with blurry eyes from my sleepy stupor.
OMG the colour's changed and titlebuppons gone
I settle back..to inspect
and put the kettle on.
There are sickly rays of sunlight, seeping 'round the room
the cat is fed and back asleep, she won't wake up 'til noon.
The caffeine lifts my heart rate long enough for eyes to stare 
to see the blind is shaping up, it's quite a slow affair.
With pixels perfectly arranged I drift without a care
my eyelids droop, my neck gives way...I sink back in my chair. 
