De mi amiga Clarita. PANG ~~~~~~~~~~~
AN ODE TO THE WAY WE USED TO THING A computer was something on TV from a science-fiction show; A window was something you hated to clean And ram was the cousin of a goat. Memory was something that you lost with age. A CD was a bank account; An if indeed you had a floppy; you hoped nobody fount 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! Meg was the name of my girlfriend And a gig was a job for the night; Now they mean different things And that really mega-bytes. 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. A backup happened in your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife. Paste you did with glue; A Website 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' been killed in a computer crash. But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead. By Stephen Goode and Timothy W. Maler sent of course via the internet.
