I was watching the game the other day on TV, and come time for the seventh inning stretch, well, you could’a heard a pin drop. Where were all the back-up singers? Where were the reedy (slightly inebriated) voices of game-goers lifted in good-time conviviality? I speculated…..

 Time to take out my iPhone,

Time to check my eEEEee-mail!

If I want peanuts

or crackerjack–

I’ll order online,

a drone drops off my snack!

Now, it’s root

root root

for some plastic

a drone don’t take dollars or sense!

and

it’s

8, 9, 10

bucks for dogs

—extra for condiments!

O s-a-a-y did you see?

The newsfeed in the newsfeed

what so freeee-quently ran

was that Grumpy Cat streaming…

whose broad gripes

and bad mood

helps us know what is rude

and whose well-captioned mug

gist is generally: daf-u-u-h-q

But he prompts us to share!

to show we

are

so

there!

and that w-e-e-e get the joke

like the rest of the folk’

O say does that graphic

come with a-a-a-a-a Tr-o-o-o-jan

to copy strokes of k-e-e-y

that some spammer will save.

¢Karen