The Computer
As I set and stare at the screen,
This computer is Big, Ugly, and Mean,
The keys are lost, in a jumbled mess,
And thoes round things are the floppest.
The printer is whirring, and clicking away,
And I've been setting here nearly all day,
I can't make it print, I can't make it write,
I've tried everything , and so has my wife.
I pick up a paper, and a crayon or two,
And I write down the words, in green and blue,
The words were neat, with a story to tell,
Now everyone knows, THIS COMPUTER IS FOR SALE!!!
ALONZO G. Tillery Sr.
4 - 4 - 1995
