The Tide Rises, the tide Falls

The Tide Rises, the tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The Toshiba satellite a200 battery on there,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

My Toshiba pa3451u 1brs still on there,

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

Bring his Toshiba satellite a300 battery with him,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

the little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Flow the Toshiba pa3480u 1brs away,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls,

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore,

The laptop broken,but the Canon lp-e5 still on there,

Returns the traveller to the shore,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.