A Poem

Here is a poem that I read a few days ago when I stayed home with a cold, shivering in my bed, wrapped in multiple blankets. This poem reminds me of this computer class and computers in general' maybe some of you can relate...


Writer Waiting

Oh this shiny new computer-
There just isn't nothin' cuter.
It knows everything the world ever knew.
And with this great computer
I don't need no writin' tutor,
'Cause there ain't a single thing it can't do.
It can sort and it can spell,
It can punctuate as well.
It can find and file and underline and type.
It can edit and select,
It can copy and correct,
So I'll have a whole book written by tonight
(Just as soon as it can think of what to write).

Silverstein, Shel. Falling Up. 1. New York: Scholastic Inc., 1996.