I just don't know what causes it, perhaps it's in my jeans.
but when I shop for my new toy, I'm drawn to great big screens.
Now lots of RAM and Megahertz is what I'd always planned
But when I see the monitors, It's GREAT BIG TRACTS of LAND
The other parts I'll use each day, that's how it's going to be
but never will I cease to love the only part I see.
So Large I say and LARGE I pray. My wife she holds the strings.
But if this technophile don't stray, he'll get that great big screen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey much luck there, hopefully something you both can enjoy!