A Computer Poem

A computer was something on TV,
From a science fiction show of note;
A window was something you hated to clean,
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my 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 on a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age;
A cd was a bank account.
And if you had a 3 1/2" 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 quite 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 that's still 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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