A computer was something on TV

from a science fiction show of note.

A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was a 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 1/2" 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 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.