DUMB BUNNY COMPUTERS
I do not understand how computers really work,
But from using them often I can never ever shirk,
Though they’re inanimate they’ve a mind of their own,
Do strange things of which we mere humans often moan.

It freezes for no reason, underlines good words as well,
I know where I would like to send it but I won’t tell,
It asks for some information that I’ve loaded before,
I am almost tempted to send it packing through the door.

The headings in Word Perfect have shrunk to very small,
I have to guess the symbol for centreing, hardly seen at all,
When I enter info at font fourteen it looks more like six,
Does the dumb bunny machine of mine need a special fix?

I want to print a poem and says my printer is not there,
What is that big funny thing sitting near the empty chair!
I had a new mouse and a keyboard for a Christmas gift,
This mouse does what it’s told and keys I don’t have to lift.

But up till then my computer nearly drove me round the bend,
For it was surprising how many erroneous messages I did send.
This computer’s getting old, and my patience is wearing quite thin,
I must admit to buy a new computer would be a delightful sin.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 January 2004