A poem made of descriptions of startups as an “Uber for” something by the tech press.
An Uber for nails,
And an
Uber for news.
And while your nails dry,
There’s an
uber for booze.
There’s an Uber for kids,
And an
Uber for maids,
There’s an
Uber for hair
So you can Uber your braids.
There’s Uber for bikes,
And an
Uber for gifting,
There’s an
Uber for beauty,
If your face needs a lifting.
If you don’t have a green thumb,
There’s
Uber for flowers,
With all of these Ubers,
We
could drone on for hours.
There’s an Uber for groceries,
For all lazy cookers,
And if you feel lonely,
There’s an
Uber for hookers.
Between Uber for weed,
And Uber for sex,
You name it,
There’s likely an Uber for X.
So with startup reporters
Facing ever tight deadlines,
Perhaps what we need
Is an Uber for headlines.