I have a friend who knows computers really well,
All they do for me is make me scream and yell.
I have seen here make one sit up and beg,
For me? I'd do better to fry an old egg.
It's not fair for I really like computers,
I'd rather do that than be a commuter.
But it is so hard whenever I give it a try,
to have the computer spit in my eye.
So for now I'll leave all the work to her,
I'll go out and buy her a brand new fur.
For though I hate her for making it easy,
computers do make me kind of queasy.
I guess I'll just have to do my very best,
to learn the computer and leave the nest.
But if I do this and it becomes my life,
I have noone to blame except my wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Humorous! ! and original as can be!