The Computer

Oh computer you drive me mad
The costliest thing I ever had.
But you and I just donít agree
I need another cup of tea.

Perhaps Iím getting really old
Or at my age should not be so bold.
Alas where is my rocking chair
Be damned to colouring my hair.

Computer you can go to hell
Before my head you start to swell.
Grannies donít need a thing like you
To try to tell them what to do.

Commit your programmes down to trash
You bring me out in one big rash!

Brenda S. Warhurst 1987

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