There's a website they call GeoCity,
That thinks pop-up windows are nifty.
But to all of their guests,
They really are pests,
So the rest of us think they are sh**ty.
You know that computers have motherboards.
This is how they give birth to large hordes.
All of these mothers
Create many others,
To be sold in websites and stores.
His website was all about sex.
It had a girl making love to T. Rex.
His server said "Goodby,
Your hits they are too high,
And this our subscribers does vex".
I. Newton sees Apple fall down.
As he watches he says with a frown
"Support it is lacking
And it needs more hacking.
There are better computers in town."
A programmer from the town of Dunkirk
Would work with a most evil smirk.
Thought he "Buyer beware
If you use my software,
Because in it a virus will lurk."
I have an employer named Floss,
Who swears there is nothing like DOS.
If your OS is GUI,
She will always say "Phooey!
Any window is nothing but dross."
A ten-year old male we called Haskell
Was a very adventurous rascal.
He climbed on our roof,
slipped, and then - "Whoof"!
He fell off and lit on his cl*ass*ical.
In the cybercafe we call Website
There are computers online every night.
For five dollars an hour
You can view Eiffel Tower,
Or talk with an Israelite.
There was a fat turkey named Sam,
Who gobbled whenever he ran.
He came out of the bush,
Presenting his tush,
And was shot up the arse by a man.
A gray persian cat we called Myer.
Loved to sit and look in the dryer.
One day he fell in,
And went for a spin.
Now his fur looks just like barbed wire.