A spritely Web was my desire,
    to display pages fast as fire,
        but when I called my Baby Bell,
    t'was told, for me, no DSL.

Perhaps my cable could produce,
    through Broadband, yes, I'd find the juice!
        I called Ma' Bell that afternoon,
    only to hear "not yet, but SOON."

I sat and wondered, what to do?
    My 28.8 was less than new,
       and when I tried at 56,
    no connection could I afix.

And then, like lightening, came a thought,
    "Why not a dish, that could be bought?"
        from Hughes, the people of Spruce Goose,
    from they, at last, I'd find the JUICE!

Research long and hard did I,
    on pricing, pieces, parts of sky,
        azimuth and declination,
    to surf with Hughes' Web Space Station.

In the end, t'was all for naught,
        the space-based Web for which I sought,
                for, though my bonus might suffice,
        a tree with blossoms blocked the night.

Sadly, now, I type this ode,
        a dial-up line is still my mode,
                and when the page at last appears,
        I feel I've waited seven years!