The old man sat, <br />Ever so patiently <br />Touching the computer <br />Keyboard, then <br />Lookling up at the screen, <br />Looking down, touching <br />The keyboard, <br />Looking up..... <br />Looking down... <br /> <br />He was such a charmer, <br />A little old man, so <br />Shriveled, so dry, <br />Wearing a baseball cap <br />And Bib Overalls, that I <br />Could not resist him at all. <br /> <br />I asked, <br />'Sir, Do you need help? <br />Is there something wrong <br />With your computer? Is it not <br />Working properly...? ' <br /> <br />He gave me a rueful look, <br />And rather a sheepish grin. <br />'No, Girly, ' (I can't believe <br />He called ME a GIRLY! !) <br />' It is not the blankety-blank computer <br />I don't understand.... <br />I just never learned to type! ! '<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-and-his-love-affair-with-the-computer/
