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 ram was the father of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend And gig was a job for the night. Now they all mean different things And that really mega bytes. An application was for employment A program was a TV show A cursor was someone using profanity A keyboard was part of a piano. A memory was something you lost with age A CD was a bank account, And if you had a 3-in. 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. -- bw colin DAK,BRO GC, 950i, 940,860,864,890, 260,Silver 830,860, 580 and 270, Passap 6000, Duo80,Creation 6 [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.tantra-apso.com
