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 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.