I first read this poem in a copy of IF Magazine (i think), The story right after it was Flowers for Algernon and both stuck with me for a very long time ....
Can anyone tell me who wrote this?
I think that I shall never see
A calculator made like me.
A me that likes martinis dry,
And on the rocks a little rye.
A me that taps its foot and grins
Whenever Dixieland begins.
A me that looks at girls and such,
But mostly girls, and very much.
Men make computers for a fee,
But only moms can make a me.
Can anyone tell me who wrote this?
I think that I shall never see
A calculator made like me.
A me that likes martinis dry,
And on the rocks a little rye.
A me that taps its foot and grins
Whenever Dixieland begins.
A me that looks at girls and such,
But mostly girls, and very much.
Men make computers for a fee,
But only moms can make a me.