My Computer

Oh, I love my little computer
and my 'puter, it loves me.
When I'm alone with my computer,
I'm as happy as can be.

But, then! Sometimes I hate it !!
The stupid little thing.
I'd love to hit and break it
and give the thing a sling

across the room, unto the floor.
--Then, take my foot and boot it
through the opening of my door.
At times like this, I swear, "I'll touch it nevermore"

Nevermore, Nevermore,
Oh,I'll touch it nevermore.
Like the shadow of the Raven,
it will lay upon my floor.

But, Ah, sweet peace,you cannot be.
Memory would but torture me
of times so precious, sweet and good,
when that stupid machine did what it should.

Dark and desperate, hungry for
the thing I'd wanted out my door.
No greater loss would be Lenore--
than the broken mass upon my floor.

If only it would talk to me
in language of sensibility
instead of using silly code
to understand my thinking mode.

Why, then I think there just might be,
a very good chance for 'puter
to live in sweet tranquality,
and lose this foul ambiguity.

Author: Lady Lou