A Poem for Computer Users 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 night.
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.

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 meant 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 no one's been killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens, they wish they were dead.