You sit before the untalkative screen
(So do I, but too talkative)
Byrhtnoth plucks an endless shaft
From his interminable shield
Somewhere in the glossary
I sit before my too talkative screen
And try to spur you to talk indeed
To make a day have happened
Instead of a temporal picnic
To prize a burnished degree
From a course where thought mires
Over wireless wires
The saucepan hangs and the dolphin enquires
How's Fife? How's life? God Save the Queen.
(Added in line with the addressee's preferences)
extempore
of course
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