Gerald's First Computer
Gerald was new to computers
But decided to give it a try
By the time he’d switched off his laptop
He just wanted to curl up and die
He thought he had got onto Facebook
An achievement of dizzying heights
But instead he had logged onto E bay
And had purchased an old woman’s tights
When delivered he opened the package
Then his heart immediately sank
“What the hell will I do with these old things?”
The next day he tried robbing a bank
But the tights were made for the winter
Extra thick from the toe to the knee
And while he held his gun out to the front of him
Through the tights he just couldn’t see
At first he held up a statue
Then he threatened the chair near the door
By the time he’d located the teller
The guards had him pinned to the floor
The judge in the court looked on sternly
As the jury all laughed at the sight
Gerald’s face was covered by stockings
‘Welded on’ because they were so tight
The judge then asked all in the courtroom
To help reveal the criminal’s face
So the gallery grabbed one leg of the stockings
While the lawyers grabbed the other with grace
Around the courtroom everyone pulled him
Before it turned into a tug-of-war
The jury all whistled and clapped them
Then they shouted: “Keep going. Encore!”
But the judge had now grown impatient
And told all; in their task they had failed
He then ruled on the tights-headed criminal
And poor Gerald for six months was jailed
Gerald sat in his cell all day weeping
Then he cried his way all through the nights
Three days later from this life he departed
As he drowned in his tear ridden tights
The moral of this story is simple:
If with computers you feel ill at ease
Avoid them as much as is possible
They have viruses causing deadly disease
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