Reading The Old Fashioned Way

Why... just yesterday

where webbed wide world troubles

seemed so far away,

that would hove bin Monday

(October first tooth

house sand eight

teen), i.e. yea all

ready yes tar day

immediately found me ah say

comfortably, yet (gnome

min Ellie squirreled away)

seated on lawn chair a lay

ying when tired noggin sinks

deeply buried amidst pillows, may

find me submerged clay

mare ring with fervent eagerness,

and minimal delay

to soak in contents of the latest

issue of TIME magazine

came in the mail, hooray

which information periodically,

I always eagerly await

akin to puppy at play

time, though occasionally,

an issue doth

not arrive so okay

lack of receiving timely enjoyable

enlightening material,

no reason to nay

say United States

Postal Service pray

tell, an alternate option avails

to peruse online

contents, aye vay

their experience, the

smooth paper texture

this "FAKE" snoop

doggy dog tags

online medium deplore

able, cuz lack of poor

lee no comparison versus

cozying up with pages

as wood burning

stove doth roar

these fingers can turn more

appealing than straining, whar

only with great effort,

aye wreck kin and,

unable to ignore

eyes coon sitter

this quite a chore

to lean in attempting

with difficulty to explore

(with scrunched brow, and

squinting myopic ocular orbs)

scroll thru webpage,

while ma back

also feels strained, nor

ken nigh, yet favors

the hard copy

visa vis discovering significant

global and local happenings,

(which affinity also applies

to The Nation magazine),

yet latter noticeably more

brashly appealing tummy with

righteous leftist political

leanings bobbing along bon jour.