On the death of the modem

The modem was lost ... Has ceased on a place.
The click of a relay is all right ...
I don't hear from you
I can not hear the "Bisi" I beeps.

I do not stay in the evenings
To call a BBS,
And terminal programs
Do not arouse interest.
You were more than a device to me
Although at times it was a miracle
And it gave me trouble ...
But still I loved you.
From you remained
Only the old manual.
I remember trying three times,
But I didn’t read it to the end.
I have your innocent joke
"Connection lost" not to experience
And in the clouded mind
You do not fling on the wall.
You will not wink a cat's eye
Green light bulbs,
Do not call you a contagion - Forever your speaker subsided.
I will go to the authorities and I passionately
I will ask for money at Zuksel.
And distressed and miserable,
I will write about the death of the modem.

taken with fitt.ru , ingenious, imho