A poem for computer users over 30:
A computer was something on t.v.
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
A ram was the cousin of a goat
Meg was the name of my friend
And gig was a job for nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes
An application was for employment
A program was a t.v. show
A cursor was 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 nowbody ever 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 trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back-up happened to your commode
Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spiders 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 I've heard it plenty times said!
