A Poem

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-inch 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  awhile.
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.
~ Author unknown

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