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, keyboard was a piano.  Memory was something that you lost with age, a CD was a bank account,  And if you had a 3-in. floppy, you hoped nobody ever 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 I've heard it plenty times said!