Computers.

Once I was a ‘puter geek

And thought I knew it all.

But then technology speeded up

And behind I began to fall.

My arthritic fingers

Now will to let down

What appears upon the screen

Can sometimes make me frown.

That’s not what I typed says I,

Computer he says nowt.

It takes a lot of self control

Not to launch a clout.

I switch on speech and talk to him,

But he comes from the south

And cannot understand the words

That come from my northern mouth.

The old brain too is not so sharp,

It’s showing signs of wear.

It used to be so accurate

But now it doesn’t care.

Computer, he’s still on the ball,

And things must be just so.

If the slightest little thing goes wrong

He tells me where to go.

So maybe now the time has come

Just to read, not write.

Or else to go out to the pub

And get myself real tight.

[Pam1952]

That's a good one Don. 😂😂😂 XXX

[mrsmummy]

Don't you dare stop writing!

[sassy59]

As long as you can still post Don then all's well with the world. Xxxxx

[casper99]

So true Don, haha. I wrote Okey Dokey to my friend and she got Wonkey Donkey, from predictive text, she ribbed me for days. Keep 'em coming xx

[WheezyAnne]

Absolutely brilliant.

[WheezyAnne]

Could I send a copy of this to my sister please?

[Hidden in reply to WheezyAnne]

Cost you a couple of hugs. 🤠

[WheezyAnne in reply to Hidden]

Hug coming along down the line.

[jabber]

Hi Don, another gem from your fertile brain. Please keep them coming.

I was a computer programmer back in the days when the computer lived in an air-conditioned room the size of your average village hall. Your poem reminded me of a little ditty we had pinned to the wall in our office: -

Oh, how I hate this damn machine, I wish that they would sell it. It never does quite want I want, but only what I tell it!

Jan

[Hidden]

Don't they still do that? When I retired in 1989 we had a new laser printer that the operators had to wear protection against before going in the secure air-conditioned room. New programs being tested were run overnight and often hadn't completed when we arrived next morning. 😲 That poem says it all though dunnit. They were exciting days, it must be very boring getting it right all the time.

[Lyd12]

You have hit the nail on the head there Don. Just when you think you understand something it all changes! I love my ipad though and dont think about how it works at all, whereas my husband talks about memory, and files etc. All dutch to me. If only I remembered half of the facts that I have been able to find out!

[Time_2_drink]

Like it Don x

[Magpuss]

Another gud un!