Here is another random poem I did based on computers. Makes little sense:
Bill Gates came to my house once.
I was quite surprised
That the head of company
Would come here and visit me.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I invited him to dinner at five,
Even if it was just for a while.
I pinched myself to make sure I was alive,
Because as a big computer geek.
I am a huge Bill Gates freak.
As I prepared the meal,
A thought ran through my mind.
How does a famous multi-billionaire
Appear at my front door out of the thin air?
Would asking him be unkind?
We sit ourselves at the table
And I decide to bring up the topic.
I blurted it out, luckily I was able.
He looked at me; it gave me a chill,
He said, “I’m not Bill, I’m your neighbor Phil.”