That blasted computer, I hates it so <br />What he’s doing with it I’ll never know <br />Surfing in Cyberspace, he works alone <br />Leaving me back on earth all on my own <br /> <br />It does our finances with accuracy <br />But it cannot do them as good as me <br />And each month we both stare at that bright screen <br />Why can’t things just return to how they’d been <br /> <br />I tried hard to use it, but I forget <br />Which keys that I should press and get upset <br />I concentrate hard when doing my shopping <br />Then it looses it all. — I HATE THE THING!<br /><br />Royston Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blasted-computer/
