Computer Celibacy!!
When you get up of a morning,
And the first thing that comes to mind,
Is of your computer machine,
Then it means your life is in a bind!
And instead of looking for the postman,
You turn your email on…
Well again, it means you addicted,
Cor blimey' what have you done!
You have computer celibacy,
And don't live in the world outside,
Rather you're hidden away in a room,
With your precious computer, at your side!
No interacting in ‘real time,'
But rather, only on the net!
Well then you need to turn it around,
Or illness is all you'll get!
For you will be bogged down with virus's,
And Trojans of a different kind,
Not made of wood, but germs,
And strife is all you'll find!
And when you wake of a morning,
If the first thought in your head…!
Is of your ruddy computer!
You need a PC doctor, yep, it must be said!
He will need to check your ram out,
And make sure your gig's ok,
And check your port connections,
And make sure there's nothing in the way!
Then he will have to do a defrag…
And run a scan disc too,
To make sure the virus hasn't spread,
Cos cor blimey. That won't do!
Now if the computer passes the MOT,
Then now you have a choice to make!
To get a life, chuck the PC away!
Cos you're ‘real time's' all at stake!
Computer celibacy, oh dear me,
Just what can one do!
Well, you can always get a life,
Oh hell, wait, there's an e-mail coming through!!!
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