aftermath

I hear the sirens coming close
they’re lurking right outside
in record haste the tired users
log-off far and wide
but it’s my house (for fourteen years)
nowhere to run and hide.

it’s always like this when we meet
(as we do once a year)
we’re showing off, we’re writing hard,
we’re giddy, we’ve no fear—
we sate ourselves on banter
‘til the web goes out of gear.

and when the internet is down,
by contests, wit, and cups,
when Ren and Fyn, (most everyone)
are too worn out to sup,
they say, “oh, Rhyssa won’t you be a doll—
go clean that sucker up.”

and so I pick up crumpled bits
of worn computer code
I exile the empty cans
and flush out the commodes
and polish all—so those web cops
won’t censure our abode.

line count: 24

Prompt ▼

Prompt for: Sept 7, 2015 (Ren)
Subject or Theme: After Party Clean-Up (Oy, the mess!) Yes, even online, people know how to party and you need to clean it up before the Internet cops condemn WDC!
Word(s) to Include: record, exile, doll, banter, at least one WDC member (by user name: type this Ren the Klutz! to get this: Ren~Birthday Cup Taskmaster! ) (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): disgust, mess, trash, garbage, odor, foul, stench, broke, sick, dance, night, day (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: At least 24 lines of (hopefully) humor or satire.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.