–Written by Author Unknown, a talented author with a quirky sense of humor and good grasp of the absurd. Author also appears to be very shy about making herself/himself known. A sincere thanks to Author for writing this poem, it has brought many a smile.
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 a piano.
Memory was something that 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 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 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 pen 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.
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