My computer has a language That is foreign to me It speaks of RAM and Gigabytes And what could ROM be! I don’t understand the Windows My computer says are there Nor the Gem Clip at the side of my page Wth eyes that blink and stare! I don’t unerstand the cures That maintenance wizards do It’s called defragmenter, span disk, And virus cleaning too! Yet, computer and I work hand and eye With a mouse to translate The tasks that I want it to do While it points out my mistakes! (Burmah M. Teague)
The lobster and the crab one day Proposed a friendly race. Agreed upon the time were they, Agreed upon the place. The start and finish lines were where The two thought they should be. The crayfish with a clock was there To act as referee. And though the rule-book then was read, Not all was clarified; For as the lobster forward sped The crab went to the side.
The theoretic turtle started out to see the toad; He came to a stop at a liberty-pole in the middle of the road. “Now how, in the name of the spouting whale,” the indignant turtle cried, “Can I climb this perpendicular cliff, and get on the other side? If I only could make a big balloon, I’d lightly over it fly; Or a very long ladder might reach the top, though it does look fearfully high. If a beaver were in my place, he’d gnaw a passage through with his teeth; I can’t do that, but I can dig a tunnel and pass beneath.” He was digging his tunnel, with might and main, when a dog looked down at the hole. “The easiest way, my friend,” said he, “is to walk around the pole.”
“We’ve all done this because we’re so mature. You see a cow on the side of the road, stick your head out the window and go, “Mooooo!” Like we expect the cow to think, “Hey, there’s another cow, driving that car! How can he afford that?”