OT: A Poem For Computer Users Over 50

[Guest guest]

I hate PCs. When I was young .......

 

A computer was something on TV

From a science-fiction show of note

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was a male 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 inch floppy

You hoped nobody found out.

 

Compress was what you did to 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 backup happened to your commode.

 

Cut you did with a scissors

And paste you did with glue

A web was a spider's home

And a virus was the flu.

 

There's still wisdom in pad and paper

And memories remaining in my head

I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash

But when it happens they wish they were dead

 

I hate PCs. :-)