The old man sat,
Ever so patiently
Touching the computer
Keyboard, then
Lookling up at the screen,
Looking down, touching
The keyboard,
Looking up.....
Looking down...
He was such a charmer,
A little old man, so
Shriveled, so dry,
Wearing a baseball cap
And Bib Overalls, that I
Could not resist him at all.
I asked,
'Sir, Do you need help?
Is there something wrong
With your computer? Is it not
Working properly...? '
He gave me a rueful look,
And rather a sheepish grin.
'No, Girly, ' (I can't believe
He called ME a GIRLY! !)
' It is not the blankety-blank computer
I don't understand....
I just never learned to type! ! '
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-and-his-love-affair-with-the-computer/
