A lonely owl hoots
There's barely a sound,
As Miss Artyboots
Sets out on her rounds.
Her little heart flutters
As she flits site to site;
The sighing and mutters
Break the silence of night.
First to the Facebook!
Is there a clue?
Take a good look
In case something is new!
Nothing to see...
Her spirit feels low.
Things offered for free
Barely easing the blow.
What about Tweets?
Just check before bed...
The chatter is sweet...
What she craves is unsaid.
She saves best 'til last
Not daring to peep
She clicks much too fast
Producing a beep!
Find the news pages -
Quick, just in case!
But just as in ages
Hurt shows on her face.
Oh where's her new Xara,
Her beloved DP?
Tears of mascara
Flow into her tea.
The Night Before Christmas
Has nothing on this!
Declares our poor lass
With a bit of a hiss.
This is her life
Before any release
On the edge of a knife
While Xara's a tease!
Please end her pain
With the program she craves
What do you gain
If she goes to her grave?
She really can't wait
She's at the end of her tether
The release can't be late
Come - knock her down with a feather!
Dear Xara, perhaps,
You'll read this and care.
You seem decent chaps
IS THERE ANYONE THERE?
She cares not for gifts
No present can please
What gives her a lift
Is a Xara release!
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