Once there was a file,
The file was used in a program.
Unfortunately, could never smile,
Digitally stuck in rolling RAM.
Wanting a life beyond the lab,
To be called more than just a tab.
Instead AMAZING, cool & fab,
Being able to dance & dab.
Tired of being cut, copied and pasted,
Duplicated, locked and wasted.
So s/he married a trojan,
And eloped, far from that dungeon.
To party with android & PUBG,
Feasting on apples & candy.
Living life in blissful entirety!
Bonjour my fellow poets & poetesses, i know its been long but my exams are finally over *dab* I wrote this poem in my computer lab, with the first 2 lines left behind by some kind soul. Love, Megan.