Some comeback limericks

Anne sent me a limerick a long time back:

There was once a time when books slowly dwindled,
Bibliophiles everywhere felt nothing but swindled,
They wanted their books,
By hook or my crook,
But alas, in the end, all of them Kindled!

Which did inspire me to a reply...

The creation of Kindle is but another sign,
That everything else being idiotic, asinine,
Writing shall live on,
Or keep being reborn,
As epaper, Gutenberg, or blogs on-line!

And here are two about computer addiction:

I open my laptop and start wondering what
I should now type in the address bar slot,
Waste my time, and uncycle,
Or old limericks recycle?
But I just stare and the screen and do naught.

For now, I say, I shall stay with just chatting,
Maybe later I shall play online, combating,
And as I ignore my study,
And (the rare) offline buddy,
In the next exam, I will end up splatting!

Depressing, eh? True. But today I've got variety for you. :D (And that rhymed!)

There was once an exam in College Streets,
Everyone copied, and handed in the sheets,

When the teacher spotted it,

He promptly went into a fit,

"If you copy, do copy not John Doe, but Keats!"

Now, A limerick-poem:

Attack of the Troll

A simple forum disrupted, treated with scorn,

On youtube whether it's movie, song or porn,

Or an odd post on your blog,

Suddenly invaded by a hog

Welcome the troll, who's blowing his/her horn!

Whatever you wrote, was it well founded/checked?

Why did, if so, your world-lines intersect?

They'll stumble onto any small

Mistake on your Webwall,

And chastise you for being too politically correct!

What will you do now to gain a little traction?

And save all your posts, or the remaining fraction,

Just click the brain's 'ignore' switch,

Or maybe ban that revolting snitch,

Or just fart in the what-not's general direction!

Do comment. :)