Damned computers,
They really drive you mad
Many a day my mood has sunk
From happy to really sad
It is the most unreliable invention
Always breaking down
If a computer was a plane
It couldn’t get off the ground
If a computer was a car
It wouldn’t ever sell
Its reputation would quickly
Send the sales straight to hell
If a computer was a bicycle
No one would ride around
People would rather walk
Then always be let down
If a computer was a movie
It would never have an end
It would stop and start
Going backwards now and then
If a computer was a woman
She’d be lazy and no good
Never doing anything
She said she would
If a computer was a man
He’d live his life on the dole
His house would be a garbage dump
And his body would lack a soul
I think a computer may be a teenager
Their more similar than just a bit
For just like a teenager
Computers don’t give a ….. bite, I mean bit
30/03/2011. COPYRIGHT 1028534 POETRY IN PARADISE
Sunday, June 26, 2011
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