Pc Gremlins Take Report Poem by Micron

My eyes were tired, red, blurred watering
Fingers wrist cramped, stiff and aching
But the report sat written completed done
To write it had been hard not much fun
Paper laid strewed over desk and floor
I was so glad there’s no need to write more
The final draft I had now approved was read
And I was ready to go home to bed
So now mouse rushing to the final stage
Happily the cursor moved it to file save
But then a box appeared on my screen
Why was the PC being oh so mean?
It refused to save the drive it would not see
Argggh why did this always happen to me
Another option did now thankfully appear
I looked hoped as the moment drew near
I selected typed hoping it would save
This PC I wish it would behave
I thumped the return button extremely hard,
But luck was just not on the card
As the screen went as black as could be
Not a single option could I see
The PC had seemed to have just died
Noooo I lost my work I cried
Ahhh I thought I’ll reboot the PC
That will bring a recovery file back to me
So fingers crossed waiting for the reboot
With baited breath I sat mute
But nothing happened no report I could see
I’m sure my PC was laughing at me
Where did the PC gremlins take the data to
Their secret hiding place I wished I knew
However much I bashed the desk paced across the floor
My report simply just didn’t exist anymore