A Poem about Computers

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 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 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 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!