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.
