POEM FOR COMPUTER USERS OVER FIFTY

[Guest guest]

A POEM FOR COMPUTER USERS OVER FIFTY

A computer was something on TV

From a science fiction show of note.

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was a 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 a piano.

Memory was something 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 awhile.

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 backup happened to your commode.

Cut, you did with a pocketknife,

Paste, you did with glue.

A web was a spider's home,

And a virus was a flu.

[Guest guest]

A POEM FOR COMPUTER USERS OVER FIFTY

A computer was something on TV

From a science fiction show of note.

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was a 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 a piano.

Memory was something 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 awhile.

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 backup happened to your commode.

Cut, you did with a pocketknife,

Paste, you did with glue.

A web was a spider's home,

And a virus was a flu.