Tecra L. Top

One day on the desk my compy sat.
He became a resting place for my silly cat.
Then I decided to move him away.
And here he sits to this day.

First day in his new room
His poor keyboard faced sudden doom
The kids all wanted to have a turn,
But that was a mistake I was quick to learn.

For my poor little compy was hurt,
The young kids all treated him like dirt.
They poked in his holes and pounded his keys.
But the worst part is, they stole his "Z".

I stole it back and tried to repair
But it was useless, and he doesn't care.
That day, you see, I gave him a name.
I named him after my favorite game.

But the name would never last
And soon got worn out oh too fast.
I ran out of hope and took away his name,
Thereby defacing him and stealing his fame.

My poor friend, needed life support
So I hooked him up, which didn't hurt.
My compy was all fine and dandy,
That was until the tape wasn't handy.

My dear compy was abused to great length.
I finally repaired him, but it took much strength.
That day I decided, he needed something new.
That is when I decided, I knew exactly what to do!

I'd give him a name that was the best!
A better name than all of the rest!
He had no first name, only Mr. Laptop.
But his name was not casual, so it had to stop.

I then saw his monitor frame
That tattooed on him was a glorious name!
His name now stands, Tecra L. Top.
And his days of pain have now come to a stop!