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 a 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,
and a keyboard was on a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age,
A cd was a bank account;
And if you had a 3 1/2" 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 is what you did with a pocket knife,
And paste is what you did with glue;
A web was a spider's 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 when it happens they wish they were dead.
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