A Computer was somebody dull
Who did maths in their sleep.
Windows were things you had to clean,
And Ram was "Mister Sheep".
Applications were for a job,
And programs were on TVs.
A cursor often used bad words,
A keyboard held piano keys.
Memory was something you lost with age,
A burner was just for cooks.
Files were kept on office shelves,
A printer printed books.
Log on was adding wood to the fire,
Hard drive was a long, long trip.
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived.
A port was a place for a ship.
Cut you did with scissors,
Paste you did with glue.
A web was just a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
Now everything means something else,
And menus aren't on plates.
What you pay is still called bill,
But your money goes to gates.
Hab ich gerade aus meinem Englischbuch gefischt
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