Before I had a puter

I had a putter

The sun was in my face

And the wind was in my hair

Now that I got a puter

I’m stuck in my chair

I used to get phone calls

And could talk to real people

But now all I get is voice mails

From people I donno.

How I wish for the good old days

When neighbors would talk over the fence.

Instead of an e-mail asking for pence.

It’s a wondrous age of telecommunication

But, really, I’d rather go on vacation