MacSonnet

By: Patrick W. Conner

The Poet Composes a Sonnet on His Mac

Shall I compare thee to an IBM PC?
Thou are more friendly and more temperate:
Rough DOS doth encrypt the darling disks A &B,
A hind'rance to my work I've learnt to hate:
Sometimes in code the IBM can shine,
But often is his grey complexion dimm'd
By graphic Mac from which he graphically decline,
By fate, or Apple's interface, untrimm'd;
But thy unclon.ed excellence shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of the users thou ow'st;
Nor shall Amiga brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in increasing bytes to pow'r thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives Mac, and this gives life to me.

Last update: 25 July 2003
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