All my ai and Peggy Martin

My thesaurus and my dictionaries    
serve as artificial intelligence,    
my mute aide-memoire spells and solves the quizies    
then by magic my word grasp is, immense...    
   
And for guys getting in books can be, hot  
to spread wide the covers 'gainst the stiff spine    
try that with 'lectrics to see what you've got    
a solid bet, a call to, nine, nine, nine...    
   
Let the lazy ones dumb themselves right down    
with pretty pictures captured on the net,   
and a dozen words which didn't bring a frown    
of concentration, dilettante, yet...    
   
May be I'm trapped on my old rhyming page    
And can't be sparked to the 'lectronic age?