A computer was something on TV
      

      
From a science-fiction show of note
   

         
A window was something you hated to clean

And ram was the cousin of a goat
         

   
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
      

      
And gig was a job for the nights
   

         
Now they all mean different things

            And that really mega bytes.

            An application was for employment

            A program was a TV show

            A cursor used profanity

            A keyboard was a piano.

            Memory was something that you lost with
age

            A CD was a bank account

            And if you had a 3-in. floppy

            You hoped nobody found out.

            Compress was something you did to the
garbage

            Not something you did to a file

            And if you unzipped anything in public

            You'd be in jail for a while.

            Log on was adding wood to the fire

            Hard drive was a long trip on the road

            A mouse pad was where a mouse lived

            And a backup happened to your commode.

            Cut you did with a pocket knife

            Paste you did with glue

            A web was a spider's home

            And a virus was the flu.

            I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper

            And the memory in my head

   

         I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash