winter 1997
Ah many years, so many years ago
When I was first attracted to her glow
An Icon for the world to see,
I knew she must belong to me.
Her body, so sleek, lines well defined,
She’s the perfect model of what mankind
Ought to be—complex yet simple
And without a blemish, bruise or dimple.
Complex is her thinking, yet simple her tongue
In her company, a genius’ powers I’m surely among.
Accustomed to Solitaire, I’ve met my match
With her feminine distractions and mind games Attached.
But she is so bright, like Windows to the sky,
A Gateway to the sun, so heavenly
To gaze too long I’d lose my sight
To suffer, but worth her beauty’s blight.
She hums quietly at work and at play
In her soft, so small and soft, Microsoft way.
She’s not like the others, won’t fuss o’re a blouse
She’s even level-headed in the presence of a Mouse.
Oh, the long late hours I’ve spent entranced
Investing in her upkeeping, and features enhanced.
I need her as she needs me, to say not we’d be liars,
From Laptop to Desktop we live out my desires.
Her worth to me, in companionship’s untold;
Together we’ll build an empire of gold!
Day by day IBMazed at how well she responded
To my pushing her buttons, and was never despondent.
An unstoppable team, I her father, lover, creator and more
I had no clue what calamities for us were in store.
Year by year, oh how I Cursor for this mess
She became too ambitious and I began to obsess.
But then she forgot. . . she was slave I was master,
She should’ve got her FAQs straight to avoid this disaster.
So I Screened her email, Monitored her every move,
Watched closely her Compaqs, and Cache flow I removed.
But then she resisted, such opposition I abhor!
So I threw her in the basement and locked the door.
It was so cold and dark and damp down there
It would have given the most violent Hacker a scare.
To make it worse, ‘t was New Year’s Eve
Who would have thought that I’d bereave
Myself of my most dearest friend
How was I to know ‘t would be her end?
I seethed and I stormed around the place,
It made me enraged to think of her face
So perfectly content in spiting me
Rancor clouded my brain ’til I couldn’t see.
But then in a moment I heard the doleful chime
From the clock in the hall that kept perfect time.
It chimed once, my friend, then once again,
It stopped not at three nor six nor ten.
It chimed at eleven and then once more,
And at that moment from the basement door
I heard a wail a true howl of loss
And ran to my lover on her deathbed of DOSs.
Alas I was too late the clock had struck twelve times
A virus had plagued her in midst both our primes.
Now I’m sodden with my guilt with each passing day
For letting my lover fall victim to the wrath of Y2K.
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