A POEM FOR THOSE OVER 30

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-in. 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.

                            ~Author unknown