Travelling down the information super highway
in a Morris Minor
it was as though he was, somehow
blandly, missing the point;
his psyche slipped out of joint
as he forgot his own name
who he was
and what on earth
he was doing there?

So, he punched adventure'
into a search-engine contraption
and was told to,
"stop dreaming,
get a life, apply yourself"
and, "stop staring at the idiot lantern,"

which wasn't very nice
but a fair observation
and about time too

a time to make tea,
de-louse the dog
go to the zoo,
or something equally
inviting.