The Argument

The modem and the router have to talk,
and something made mine argue overnight.
I woke and had no internet. My squawk
was modulated – I behaved all right –
a round of non-electric tasks was quite
a worthy use of time till I could speak
with tech support – efficient and polite.
An update and reboot relieved the pique.

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