Notvery Pc Poem by Phil Soar

He said he'd ‘cleanse' my data,
As he fingered with my keys,
He wasn't quick, with his memory stick,
As my hard drive made a wheeze,

He added lots of gigabytes,
And a small Intel processor,
He sprayed some lubrication on,
Like an oily PC Professor

He said "you're up and running now"
And left me feeling good,
Yet when I logged back in again,
It failed: I knew it would.

So I smashed the keys and broke it,
And went and had a wank,
And I felt quite happy after that,
So I have got that bloke to thank! !