TO: Those In Charge
FROM: Fritz Capell
RE: Sale of Taken-apart Compaq in Manufacturing
DATE: February 24, 1992
A lonely computer sits up on the shelf
She has no real purpose, no faith in herself
She fears that the shelf is her permanent home
For she is not pretty, a mere monochrome.
Her drives are 360's, all but obsolete
Her old '86 is not too hard to beat
The feel of her keyboard is squishy and numb
All in all, as machines go, she's listed as dumb
Once shiny and new, now her colors have faded
And alas, made by Compaq, she can't be upgraded
And worst of all, this I am sad to say
She has no hard drive; it's been taken away.
Still she clings to her hope, she feels no remorse
For the years she put in as a faithful workhorse.
But not far away works a prince in her eyes
Who has secretly heard her almost silent cries
His budget is low, but he has lots of parts
He's the sort of a guy to warm old Compaq's hearts
He has extra hard drives, and floppy drives too
With plenty of care he knows what she could do
If she didn't belong now to somebody else
Who just lets her sit there forlorn on her shelf.
So he comes to her masters, for fair is his salary
To ask them one question: oh, what be her dowry?