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          Remember When?                                               A Poem About Technology

          A computer was something on TV
          From a sci fi show of note.
          A window was something you hated to clean
          And ram was the cousin of 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 curser 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.


© Nigel Goodwin - ComputorTutor (UK) 2009

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