Listen to that sobbing,weezing,sniffing
its hard to listen to a grown man cry
just what is the cause of his dismay
he was happy only minutes ago
now he is walking round and round
carpet burns on soles of feet,not good
its windows eight,that darn windows eight
oh windows severn come home to me
tapping those keys i felt oh so free
windows eight,i hate,windows eight ehurr
it looks really good,all bright and new
inviting,it shouts use me,use me i'm yours
press a key and the sobs begin,
one day when im near breaking point
i'll say windows eight i love you,
but till then my brand new p.c.i lovingly own
is in danger of taking to the air drone style
the open window and garden its flight path
i once had a lovely head of hair,now rapidly
going bald,cos of Windows eight,yes you
but i will win,if it takes me a life time i'll win.
Written 21/8/13 Beaver 12