I switched on my computer
Ae cauld December day
Fit I found on ma screen
Fair filled me wi dismay
“Yer affa low on disk space”
The bubble it me did tell
I sat an scratched ma heid
An some obscenities did yell
I tried ma best ti recover space
By deletin’ some o ma files
It didna mak muckle odds
I wis losin space in style
Gweed fowk gied me suggestions
An them I aa then used
By the time I wis feenished
I wis gettin’ mair confused
Doon an doon the GB’s wint
Till I wis near despair
I punched in iss, I punched in aat
An tuggit oot tufts o hair
The laptop it his nearly been
Fair chukkit in the bin
Bit fegs I’m an Aiberdonian
Throwin’ siller awa is a sin
So ma freens I’m noo affline
Cos I canna doonload at speed
The computer’s in for an MOT
So disk space can be freed
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2010