Ascii 112


Ascii 112

Oh dear, dear F1,
You’re oh so keen to jump the gun.
The slightest knock, and up you pop,
Just barging past and to the top,
And begging to be asked a question,
Or to make a cool suggestion –
Anything to lend a cyber hand.

Your happiness is my command,
And, oh, you’ll never understand,
F1, old son,
You simply can’t !
I want Escape !  I want F2 !
I’m sorry, son, but get it through your key:
If help I need, it won’t be you, you see.
It’s never you.

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