Meg was the name of a girlfriend,
And gig was your middle finger upright.
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 1/2" 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.