An Oldtimer's
Poem
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 pi-a-no.
Memory was something
that you lost with age.
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3 " floppy,
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress, you
did to the garbage,
Not something you did to a file,
And if you unzipped in public
You'd be in jail for a while.
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 backup occurred in 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!