Retry Jokes

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    IF POE WERE A TECHIE

    Once upon a midnight dreary,
    fingers cramped and vision bleary,
    system manuals piled high
    and wasted paper on the floor,
    longing for the warmth of bed sheets,
    still I sat there, doing spreadsheets.

    Having reached the bottom line,
    I took a floppy from the drawer.
    Typing with a steady hand,
    I then invoked the "save" command
    and waited for the disk to store,
    only this and nothing more.

    Deep into the monitor peering,
    long I sat there wond'ring, fearing
    while the disk kept churning,
    turning yet to churn some more.
    "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother!
    Save my data from before!"

    One thing did the phosphors answer
    only this and nothing more, just,
    "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

    With my fingers pale and trembling,
    slowly toward the keyboard bending,
    longing for a happy ending,
    hoping all more...

    Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets. Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer, I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store, only this and nothing more.

    Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing, doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more. But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more, Just,

    Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion? These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises. The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more. Clearly I must more...

    Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there, doing spreadsheets. Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command And waited for the disk to store, only this and nothing more.
    Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing, Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more, Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
    Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion? These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises. The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more. Clearly I must press a key, more...

    Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there, doing spreadsheets. Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command And waited for the disk to store, only this and nothing more.
    Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing, Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more, Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
    Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion? These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises. The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more. Clearly I must press a key, more...

    Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
    System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
    Longing for the warmth of bed sheets,
    Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
    Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.
    Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
    But got instead a reprimand:
    It read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore."Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
    These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.
    Carefully, I weighed my options.
    These three seemed to be the top ones.
    Clearly, I must now adopt one -
    Choose: "Abort, Retry, Ignore."With my fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard
    bending,
    Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
    Praying for some guarantee
    Finally I pressed a key -
    But on the screen what did I see?
    Again: "Abort, Retry, more...

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