OLD DELIMAS
by: Forest Wayne Eaton
as i sit and stare at the computer in such a fright
i begin to wonder who was right
my kids keep telling me pops it easy
i don't think the fan is the only thing breezy
they tell me my grandson has done it before
as i continue to stare at the parts on the floor
i wonder if the technician would think i was nuts
if i called him up and offered him one hundred bucks
i am sure he could make since of all this sort
and figure just how to plug the mouse in the port
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