Little men in the processor
Here we go again,
It’s driving me insane,
A battle so inane,
Try these computers to be tame,
Every now and then,
I cannot ever, tell you when,
Some little tiny men,
Play havoc in my writing den,
Crawl into my space, your space,
However, manly in my face,
I’m getting me some mace,
Furthermore, and soon, those little buggers I will erase.
The financial guru that I am indeed,
Try with efforts and some speed,
My inner Genius voice I heed,
Golden Thalers try to breed,
That little leprechauns, or Murphy,
They are quiet alert and nervy,
Get their fingers on my typing key,
In addition, and then with speed, with all my hard work they will flee,
It’s not just you, dear Georg and Dick,
I lost all your latest efforts with a click,
In addition, now I find, the keys now also stick,
Now furthermore, the screen it has a tick,
This now the second glass of wine,
Moreover, the third I won’t decline,
You’re driving me to drink you swine,
Further comments will now decline,
However, one last word I have to say,
Before more nerves I’ll fray,
I’ll send this on its way,
Wishing all of you, a happy day!
Georg
I like this composition... "Little men in the processor!" flows witly and seriously.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
This is written so cleverly, and is something we all identify with. There are days when I'd like to take this box and throw it out the window!
Mary