Here's a poem featured in iris online in 2005.
JANE EYRE TAKES TO CYBERSPACE
Tired of midnight screams in drafty rooms
she imagines a jaunt down lover’s lane
like a walk on the moors
to distract her dampened spirits
if she can make it on match.com
more questions than any governess agency
dares to ask.
She wants to speak the truth
though truth often brings her trouble.
So this time she’ll slip
into white lies.
Plain? Not Very
Lying is fun.
She can turn herself into a babe
by clicking keys.
Who cares if Rochester waits for her
the other side of a burning house.
She’s sick of gloom
of being the model for every wallflower
in every century.
Longs to be a hot young star
even Barbie would emulate.
To shine in cyberspace.