Your phone cracked though it wasn't dropped?
The washer, full of laundry, stopped?
An email vanished, partly read?
And now your trusty printer? Dead!
Blame me. I am the Techno-Curse.
I’ll put your spellcheck in reverse,
And when you're pressed for time then I
Might crash your laptop, watch it die.
The gremlins that they used to blame
Were me, but by another name.
Their wireless sets would misbehave
And now I jinx your wifi wave.
You hunt me but I won't be caught,
Evasion is my favourite sport.
And if I'm bored I'll tweak a wire,
Block a socket, start a fire.
I feed your lack of confidence
By undermining common sense;
Calamities that I dispense
Appear as your incompetence.
Malicious? Moi? You bet I am.
I'll play this game ad nauseam
To watch you sweat and swear with rage
At tech with which you must engage.
Of all the grudges you might nurse
Loathe me, the wily Techno-Curse.