A poem about the Internet

Well now, after some months of hiatus, there's a new government here. So there's a chance that not only will someone see this, but might actually take some notice. OK, I can dream can't I?

Electrons do not make a sound
As nuclei they circle round
Nor in the wires both short and long
No sight, no sound, no hint of pong.

Well that last one is not quite true,
Some melting insulation drew
A crowd, attracted by the smell
And then repulsed, it ran pell mell

But I digress, that’s nothing new,
From what I want to talk to you
About, and that’s the internet
And what it does, let’s not forget

It joins up people everywhere
And in an instant, always there
With words and pictures, even sound
On every day the whole year round.

How is this miracle achieved?
And doing all at near light speed?
It’s those electrons running well
(They go just like a bat from hell).

From here to there’s no time at all
For them, it’s like our “down the hall”
To go from Frisco to Beirut
While passing Birmingham en route.

They’ll stick together, as a group
Forming an odd quantum soup
To carry letters, videos,
And pictures of a baby’s toes

Beginning forty years ago,
The internet, it started slow
Just joining learnèd ’cross the seas
For each to share their latest wheeze

But now housewives and judges use
(As long as nothing blows a fuse)
Oh, yes it’s here for everyone
PLEASE SPEED IT UP IN LEBANON