Mind The Gap Poem by Alistair Tait

When I'm told to defragment,
I wonder just what they meant.

There are these holes in my thoughts,
Filled with rows and rows of noughts.

They said I must have a scan.
That'll work if nothing can.

But it didn't. What a hoot!
They say I need to reboot.

Nothing is going to plan.
I must have another scan.

Now I'm on the wrong platform.
No longer fitting the norm.

To avoid further mishap,
I'll just have to mind the gap.