Disclaimer: Appologies to Robert Burns - this is just a spoof

A Dead, Dead Rose

O my PC's like a dead, dead rose

That's newly killed too soon;

O my PC's like the melodie

That's over played and doomed.

As fair art thou, my stainless case,

So deep in trauma am I;

And I will miss thee still, My PC,

Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

I will luve and mourn still, my PC,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my oldest Luve,

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will rebuild you 'gan, my Luve,

Tho' I walk ten thousand mile.