Grandma sneered at my computer in awe;
Contempt did build and it stuck in her craw.
Said it was the devil’s work,
The new keys drove her berserk.
She claimed they had to be against God’s law.
“What do these things mean, page up and page down?”
So she pressed “escape,” continued to frown
All of my work had been lost
And I was growing quite cross
In my cussing, grandma started to drown
“Why did you hit escape?” I had to ask.
“Now I must begin anew this tough task.”
She responded politely,
“I hate this technology
And wanted you to "escape" Satan’s grasp!”
*For Natalie's "Talkin' Technology" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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