oldbosun
15th August 2006, 03:28
I’m fed up with ‘Format’, ‘Edit’, and ‘View’
‘File’, ‘Insert’ ‘Scroll’, and ‘Tools’ too.
I feel sick when I have to click
Six times or more, and then before
I get what I want,
Something pops up about… the ‘Font’
I’d rather do what I did years ago
When a chipping hammer was a ‘tool’ I’d know
Or a soojey wad, all sloppy and wet
When ‘Computer’ was a word I hadn’t heard yet.
The only ‘View’ that mattered to me
Was looking out on the deep blue sea
The only ‘File’ I saw when away from land
Was going back and forth in an engineer’s hand
‘Format’ is a word still a mystery to me
But it’s certainly lurking in my PC
And ‘Edit’ makes me look back and think
Of the days when I wrote with pen and ink
Which leads to a thought that enters my head
Is the kids of today have computers instead
And ten year olds know that ‘double click’
Takes them to a place they decide to pick
Us old ‘uns have the best of two ways
We know the values of the olden days
But know the advantage of recent inventions
May grace us with the best of intentions
The old and the new, have values too
That serves in a way that is good and true
I did love the life that I had at sea
But don’t know what I’d do without my PC
It takes me amongst those special men
Who shared a life that was precious then
And though they’re only memories past
They’ll do me until my final “Make fast”
‘File’, ‘Insert’ ‘Scroll’, and ‘Tools’ too.
I feel sick when I have to click
Six times or more, and then before
I get what I want,
Something pops up about… the ‘Font’
I’d rather do what I did years ago
When a chipping hammer was a ‘tool’ I’d know
Or a soojey wad, all sloppy and wet
When ‘Computer’ was a word I hadn’t heard yet.
The only ‘View’ that mattered to me
Was looking out on the deep blue sea
The only ‘File’ I saw when away from land
Was going back and forth in an engineer’s hand
‘Format’ is a word still a mystery to me
But it’s certainly lurking in my PC
And ‘Edit’ makes me look back and think
Of the days when I wrote with pen and ink
Which leads to a thought that enters my head
Is the kids of today have computers instead
And ten year olds know that ‘double click’
Takes them to a place they decide to pick
Us old ‘uns have the best of two ways
We know the values of the olden days
But know the advantage of recent inventions
May grace us with the best of intentions
The old and the new, have values too
That serves in a way that is good and true
I did love the life that I had at sea
But don’t know what I’d do without my PC
It takes me amongst those special men
Who shared a life that was precious then
And though they’re only memories past
They’ll do me until my final “Make fast”