My Computor
By Sis Unsworth
I don’t like my computor,
it always gives me grief,
I know each time I shut it
down it does bring me relief.
Sometimes I get an email,
I’m not sure if it’s a scam,
I can’t do rocket science,
the computor thinks I can.
I don’t like my computor,
it often makes me scream,
When things I just don’t
understand, appear upon my screen.
They really are essential,
frequently I’m told,
Is it that I’m stupid, or
am I just too old?
I don’t like my computor,
don’t mean to be a bore,
At certain times I wonder,
just what I have one for?
However, I will persevere,
and hope I just might win,
Or else you’ll find the
bloomin thing, inside my rubbish bin!
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Sis Unsworth
As always, very entertaining. I know at times we must all share your sentiments but, hopefully, our computers wont meet the same end; oh I don't know though. Thank you for sharing your thoughts Sis...
ReplyDeleteDon't worry Sis mine's the same, even Alexa's stopped talking to me (says she's got a headache) great poem, by the way. However, I'm surprised IT allowed you to send it in. Big Brother, I fear!
ReplyDeleteGreat to read another of your impeccable rhyming verses. Your poem says it all perfectly. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteShelley.