A Poem For Those Over 30

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 bites.

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 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 back up 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'll wish they were dead.

By: Unknown Author