Data Privacy Privation

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And her GPS can’t find them;
She tries then to phone
in the hope they’ll come home,
Brailing their keyboards like blind men.

Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt that her iPad was bleating;
But when she awoke,
she found YouTube played jokes,
For her pre-Northface fleece kids stayed fleeting.

Then up she fired her Prius crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them in Facebook, which made her heart bleed,
For they’d left lurid details behind them.

It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
In electronic forums far by:
She espied there their tails on photographer’s slides,
Displayed for the stalkers to eye.

She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
And over the blog sites went rambling,
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To wipe every trace to her lambkins.