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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 you lost with age. A CD was a bank account. And if you had a 3 " 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 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! |
