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The dreaded mouse which oft’ I’m cursing
I liken to a caravan reversing!
However much I sigh and moan
It has a life all of its own
And lands in places if then clicked
I realise that I’ve been tricked-
Weird menus suddenly appear
The dreaded mouse sits there to jeer!
So much for mice! But even worser
Are the frenzied antics of the cursor
I find its movements most elusive
That sometimes I get mad-abusive
And say things that I can’t repeat
(Except delete! delete! delete!)

But when the dreaded mouse’s behaving
As when my floppy discs he’s saving
What joy! "Dropped caps" "Bullets" and "Tables"
"Borders" and "Painting " he enables!
The time may come, but not just yet
When dreaded mouse becomes my Pet!!

Win. Taylor
Barbican Resident

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