What would a modern take on the Tortoise and the Hare read like? Maybe this...
Peggy versus Lou
Lou Laptop said to Peggy Pen, “I guess you’re feeling blue;
so many folks are using me instead of choosing you.
I finish almost half a page before you write a line.
You can’t erase mistakes you make, while I just backspace mine.”
“Don’t boast too much you programmed brain; I have my fans as well.
I’m portable – more so than you; at cursive I excel.
I meet concussion protocol. I don’t cause carpel tunnel.
I am a channel for the brain through which one’s thoughts can funnel.”
“Do you detect what’s right or wrong as far as spelling goes?
Or offer simple synonyms for words that no one knows?”
“I tell you what my plugged in friend, it’s not about the spelling.
It’s more about the quality; the proof is in the telling.”
“Let’s put our prowess to the test; enough of all this prattle:
Lou Laptop, sir, I challenge you to join with me in battle.
The first to write a thousand words – and also tell a story –
will be the victor of this match and win the gold and glory
“A piece of cake,” Lou Laptop said. “I’m certain I will win!’
“I’ll see you at the finished line,” said Peg. “Get set. Begin!”
Lou typed about eight hundred words (that somewhat worked together).
He pictured Peg with maybe two out somewhere in the heather.
“I’m way ahead; I think I’ll rest.” He closed his lid to sleep.
While Peg kept adding to her count, sir Lou made not a peep.
Until, that is, he tried to wake but could not lift his lid.
I have to type or Peg will win this battle, gods forbid!
But nothing could be done to help; a virus had attacked.
As Peg came in she heard Lou swear, “Dadblastit! I’ve been hacked!”
“Well, that’s too bad as I am done; my story has been told.
My pen’s more trusty than your board; it’s me who wins the gold!”