Sunday, May 6, 2012
Dear Creator did You run into snags
When You came to make our world?
Did everything fit perfectly
From the first time planets whirled?
I’m having such an awful time
Making my computer run
As smoothly as I know it should
The way the salesman’s done.
I know I lack in patience
And understanding too
It’s torture just to read the ‘Help’ page
And the bits the dog has chewed.
My brain is slow my eyes are dim
My wits went out the door
And the price these things are costing
No- one will think I’m poor.
There is a large instruction book
In all languages on earth
But even the tiny English bit
Makes it all look worse.
I cannot understand the words
I’ll close the whole thing down
My homework is much easier
It doesn’t make Dad frown.
Wyn Barratt May 2012