Computer Poem

  Computers today 
 
                  A computer was something on TV,
                  From a science fiction show.
                  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 your middle finger upright.
                  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 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 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 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.