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09/21/2006 12:40:01 AM · #1 |
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 that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-in. 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.
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09/21/2006 01:08:28 AM · #2 |
Good one! Did you write it?
Robt.
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09/21/2006 01:11:45 AM · #3 |
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
Good one! Did you write it?
Robt. |
LOL, do I ever?
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09/21/2006 01:14:35 AM · #4 |
Originally posted by fotomann_forever:
Originally posted by Bear_Music:
Good one! Did you write it?
Robt. |
LOL, do I ever? |
I dunno, never thought to ask. If not you, who? jejeje˜
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09/21/2006 01:31:46 AM · #5 |
I have too much time on my hands, I guess; the poet in me wanted this to scan better...
Way Back When
Computers were something on TV
in a science-fiction show of note;
windows were objects we hated to clean
And ram was a cousin to goat.
Meg was a nickname for Margaret
and a gig meant working nights —
now they all mean geeky things,
and THAT, my friend, mega bytes.
Applications meant looking for jobs,
programs were TV shows:
cursors were prone to profanity
and keyboards were part of pianos.
Memory was what you lost with age
and CD meant a bank account.
If you had a 3-inch floppy
you prayed nobody found out.
Compress was for wounds and garbage,
not something you did to a file,
and if you unzipped in public
you'd be in jail for a while.
Log on meant stoking the fire;
hard drive was an unpaved road.
A mouse pad was where mice lived
and backups clogged your commode.
Cutting required a pocket knife —
pasting, you did with glue.
A web was a trap a spider spun
and a virus meant having the flu.
I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head:
folks may not die when their 'puters crash,
But they certainly wish they were dead.
:-)
Message edited by author 2006-09-21 02:39:16.
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09/21/2006 02:25:10 AM · #6 |
| Nice edit Robert! Has much nicer meter now. |
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09/21/2006 02:36:03 AM · #7 |
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