WB Yeats be rollin' in his grave.

www.When You Are Old and Grey.com

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And checking your email, load up this pic,
And dream about your first shy double-click,
Your searching eyes, and their dark circles deep.

How many nights you gazed upon my face,
And reveled in my clumsy nudity,
Felt thrilled at digitally owning me
(But wished for a real woman's warm embrace).

Watching your glowing screen most tenderly,
Recall, a little sadly, how I fled,
Returned your plaintive emails all unread,
And left nothing but this grainy .jpg