My Dearest Della (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

My Dearest Della
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Hell hath no fury like a PC scorned.
To perhaps add a little levity to my friend Ron's, PC woes. For eight bits she gave me a byte to my delight her keyboard hummed throughout the night Della a faithful slave was she always connected at the ready 'til Hewletta Packard climbed into my lap Della immediately corrupted her software Microsoft committed suicide jumping out of his windows onto the street below all that remained was an XP certainly not the Vista she desired with no backup firewall police could not investigate from there things became very c/d her pc would never be rebooted too many floppies had been expended her hard drive over extended our romance ended that fatal day when Hewletta Packard climbed atop my lap

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 7, 2008

Thank you for sharing your wit and humor, Jon. This is most timely and � propos. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on July 11, 2008

lol...very fun & humorous write Jon
& fun to read & I have felt like doin that window toss myself a time or two ;)
Embraced ~ Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on July 9, 2008

...none the worse for the ware...many times my mind has gone soft...when I thought PC meant politically correct.

great humor and great write Jon...

John

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 8, 2008

What a hoot! Some lady came and gave me an HP printer with all the whizbangs. Suddenly, I had all this strange software taking over my puter!

A guy from MS called last night... It's in the shop, so he will call back on Friday.

It all started that day I got my Master's degree, and some guy named David Pachard was there giving his son a Master's degree. Never trust anyone who starts out in a garage.

Ron