Blue Screen of Death

Prompt: Write a eulogy for a fried computer.


She was brain-dead when I found her,
There was nothing I could do.
The Kernal had re-booted her,
with a screen of error-onious blue.

With private MacIntosh by my side,
I went ahead and pulled the cord.
It was quick and painless when she died.
Again, she could not be restored.

She had a LISP and an under-byte,
and her Baud was a bit floppy
from nybbling cookies, spam and sprite;
but overall, I'd give her a "c".

March-made, she wasn't much of a RAM.
More of a Cancer, my little PET.
No matter how she'd file or cram,
Her memory would fail and she'd forget.

Oh, we chatted and browsed shops online
but BASIC Smalltalk is all I Hurd.
Would've been Beta, were she a MIME --
using an ARM instead of Word.

Though not the Apple of my eye,
she would never Run from RISC.
Not to say she didn't freeze nor fry,
nor never defiled a disk . . .

But she was a Fire-wire, sometimes a GEM --
Gulping down Java with me all hours of night.
She could certainly be a real SPARC in the DIMM,
and now she's left us without any right.

I wish her well through the great Gateway.
May she Flash Forth from this earthly platform
to where it no longer hertz to play,
emulate, render, partition, perform.

She's URN-ed my sympathy, I-F not adoration,
So I'll recycle her non-workings with care.
Private MacIntosh will take her place -- on probation;
Standing by are pen and paper ... infallible hardware.