Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad II"
 

  Pentium

Deity-in-the-box thought in small fractions

zeros or ones, controlling her actions,

his Sophia was connected to all known

knowledge on this our earth by modem and

circuitry at mind-boggling speeds. She alone

was a brainteaser hard to understand.

Madly in love with her, thinking he was:

A new CPU would rev-up her heart beat

to 200 Megahertz. Because

200 million I/Os a second, were neat.

"How wonderful but would and could this

mother (board) handle it?" He surely would miss

the old reliable set up — taking a look

from a keypunch away — just vis-a-vis

from the square box's clatter he shut the book.

Disclaimer:

Any similarity fitting you the reader

is done on purpose,

names are not been changed,

no innocence is protected.

May you wear the glass slipper

if it fits with royal pride

and

never feel hurt

by a fool's tongue sticking out at you.

chapter 3