I’m a Mac.

JIM_3414

T’was five months before christmas,
and all through the house,
there was screaming and crying
and waving of mouse.

She huffed and she puffed,
and she blew the house down,
and I’m very very sure
they could hear straight across town

The excitement you see,
was based on this quiz:
what better OS?
Mac or PC?

Comments and Accents,
were needed by B.
And when the Mac doesn’t work
she calls upon me.

At that my friends is when
the story goes south.
For I made this mistake:
I opened my mouth.

She just wanted the Mac
to do what she wants.
She doesn’t want answers,
just the comments to work.

I tried and I tried,
to explain that you can’t
The Mac doesn’t have bubbles
and that truly blows.

So now here we are, with the
Apple Koolaid all drunk
Steve said it would work,
but it stinks – like a skunk.

So back we go to the store
with our heads hung so low
We bought a Mac,
but we didn’t know.

Steve said it would be better,
but Bill left some things out.
Microsoft Word is not working,
for B, without doubt.

Now here we sit,
with our old Dell PC
it’s old and it crashes,
but at least it formats

One day they will make
the PC that truly will please
but until that day comes,
I’ll be down on my knees

I’ll pray for a PC
that does what she wants.
Then I’ll be fired.
She’ll need no support

She’ll type and she’ll type
and all will just work
and I won’t feel helpless
like some big old jerk

That I cannot bring her
what she truly needs,
not computers or jewelry,
but just some hot tea.

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