I spy, with my eye, there is WiFi.
She is free on the land, so WiFly?
There’s no love connection, so WiTry?
Complain I never do, so WiCry?
12 dollars for what, so WiBuy?
They gotcha by CAPTCHA, so WiLie?
Surveillance in the air, so WiSpy?
My plane is landing, so now WiBye.

Contributor’s note: The above poem is considered to be a Nashers, after Ogden Nash and the poetry prompt for today.