There was a man who tried to do
Some work, but couldn’t do ’t: Each time that he attempted to, His PC wouldn’t boot. He asked the systems people “What Is wrong here?” “Nothing to ’t!” They came and fiddled with it, but It still would not compute. Though called back many times, not one Attempted fix bore fruit: The damned contraption wouldn’t run. At length the point was moot. “Since nobody, it seems, can get Down to the problem’s root,” The man said to the thing, “I’ll let You go, you dumb galoot!” With that, the man retrieved a gun, And made as if to shoot. At once, the thing began to run— Perverted little brute! |
Modem Operandi
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 3 no. 3, Jan. 21, 1994.
1st web edition posted 5/15/2014.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1994-2014 by
Brian Kunde.