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 father of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And a gig was a job for the night.
Now they all mean quite different things
And that really megabytes.
An application was for employment,
A program was a TV show,
A cursor used profanity,
And a keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something 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 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 Edsel trip of road.
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocketknife,
Paste you did with glue.
A web was what the spiders spun
And a virus, well that was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
For I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they wish they were dead!