Old Timers Remember

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A computer was something you seen on TV, from a science fiction show.

 

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 was someone who 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 would find 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  scissors. Paste you did with glue. A web was something a spider made. And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pen 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!