Ouch!

I turned my computer on and it would not start.

Boy, did I have a bleeding heart.

When it finally came on, it wasn't right,

WOW! did I get a fright.

Panic set in and I went really hot,

I thought I'd lost the lot.

So after an hour of trying to figure it out,

I shut it down and gave the settee a clout.

Straight away, I was in pain, when I realised, I would be stuck at home without it.

I nearly had a mega fit.

But thankfully, when I turned it on again, it all came back,

I hadn't been hacked.

How was I going to write my poetry and stories, I thought.

I wouldn't be able to write naught.(?)

Then I realised that my passion for stationery would stand me in good stead.

I could write using the old fashioned way, and use my special notebooks instead.