A Poem For Computer Users Over 40
A Poem For Computer Users Over 40
A Computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note.
A Window was something you hated to clean,
And a Ram was the father of a goat.
Meg was the name of a girlfriend,
And Gig was a job for the nights.
Now they all mean different things
And that really Mega Bytes.
An Application was for employment,
A Program was a TV show,
A Cursor used profanity,
A Keyboard was a piano.
A Memory was something that you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3-inch floppy,,
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage,
Not something you did to a file.
And if you Unzipped anything in public,
You'd be in jail for a while.
Log On was adding wood to the fire,
Hard Drive was a long trip on the road..
A Mouse pad was where a mouse lived,,
And a Backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife,
Paste you did with glue.
A Web was a spider's home,
And a Virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper,
And the Memory in my head.
I hear nobody's been killed in a Computer crash,
But when it happens they wish they were dead.
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cheers cain! that was awesome.
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