Some many years ago, do not ask
The year, my son brought to me
His old and discarded computer.
Keep it I said, I cannot use that.
Wait now said he, don’t ask
Me to take it away, look it over.
There is lot to learn from it.
My mind is blank as ever.
I press one key and another,
Letters move about every where.
My son says, you have a virus
Says I, where is it? Don’t ask,
That’s his answer. Click, a list is
On the screen, cut is number one,
Click and all is blank, don’t ask.
One thing I’ve learned is, there
Is a mouse in control of all one
Does on this here computer.
I just wonder where to set a trap,
But I won’t ask. I am smarter now.
I will ask my son.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
October 2, 2012