Kerpow (A True Story Poem)
©2008 NeoJabez
Artist’s Comment:This is a completely true story. I had a laptop from like…1995 or something, the disk drive wouldn’t read floppies, there was no USB port, and it couldn’t make CDs, so I had to manually retype this on my PC when I got it. Please enjoy.
Artist’s Comment:This is a completely true story. I had a laptop from like…1995 or something, the disk drive wouldn’t read floppies, there was no USB port, and it couldn’t make CDs, so I had to manually retype this on my PC when I got it. Please enjoy.
While lying in bed, hoping to sleep last night,
A thunderous boom, bang, and shake about caused me a fright.
I jumped from the bed, to the living room repaired,
Hoping there was nothing of which to be scared.
I found upon entering that my computer desk, a table
Had found after years and years it was no longer able
To suspend all of my stuff, I tell you it was toast
Nay, far more destroyed, it had gave up the ghost.
Down went my massive disnosauric Apple 20-inch screen,
(Try picking it up, you’ll burst your spleen!)
A laptop, a lamp, CDs and other tidbits
Found gravity through a quirk of physics.
The table, desk, or whatever it had been
Now resembled a grounded letter, a capital M.
With stuff piled high in the valley between peaks
My future in cheap computing looked rather bleak.
I set to work, reclaiming the pile,
I almost burst my spleen TWICE! (But with style.)
Though I wasn’t sure if my mood should be sour
I rearranged everything and then supplied power.
And what to my tacit amazement I found
All of my stuff booted up, turned on, and came around
I’m composing this poem with wondrous joy
Though my table is toast, I still have my toys!
A thunderous boom, bang, and shake about caused me a fright.
I jumped from the bed, to the living room repaired,
Hoping there was nothing of which to be scared.
I found upon entering that my computer desk, a table
Had found after years and years it was no longer able
To suspend all of my stuff, I tell you it was toast
Nay, far more destroyed, it had gave up the ghost.
Down went my massive disnosauric Apple 20-inch screen,
(Try picking it up, you’ll burst your spleen!)
A laptop, a lamp, CDs and other tidbits
Found gravity through a quirk of physics.
The table, desk, or whatever it had been
Now resembled a grounded letter, a capital M.
With stuff piled high in the valley between peaks
My future in cheap computing looked rather bleak.
I set to work, reclaiming the pile,
I almost burst my spleen TWICE! (But with style.)
Though I wasn’t sure if my mood should be sour
I rearranged everything and then supplied power.
And what to my tacit amazement I found
All of my stuff booted up, turned on, and came around
I’m composing this poem with wondrous joy
Though my table is toast, I still have my toys!
Haha loved this story/poem! Just gotta know, is the picture the actual table/desk that broke or did someone just happen to have a stock photo of a similar desk that broke the same way?
Nope, this is just a stock photo that looks eerily similar to what happened in my case. Actually, I think that photo is of a ‘break-away’ table on a stage, that is supposed to collapse like that during a play. I was just happy finding a photo that looked like what I had described. 🙂