I’ve noticed lately that the paranoid fear of computers becoming intelligent and taking over the world has almost entirely disappeared from the common culture. Near as I can tell, this coincides with the release of MS-DOS...
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O maiden aunt, you have come to call. Do step into the hall! With your bold Gecko, the little flick! All cogs, weird sparkle and every cog solid gold. And I in slippers and housedress with no lipstick!
And you want to be shown about! Yes, yes, this is my address. Not a patch on your place, I guess, with the Javanese Geese and the monkey trees. It's a bit burnt-out, A bit of a wild machine, a bit of a mess!
O I shouldn't put my finger in that Auntie, it might bite! That's my frost box, no cat, Though it looks like a cat, with its fluffy stuff, pure white. You should see the objects it makes! Millions of needly glass cakes!
Fine for the migraine or the bellyache. And this Is where I kept the furnace, Each coal a hot cross-stitch—a lovely light! It simply exploded one night, It went up in smoke. And that's why I have no hair, auntie, that's why I choke
Off and on, as if I just had to retch. Coal gas is ghastly stuff. Here's a spot I thought you'd love— Morning Glory Pool! The blue's a jewel. It boils for forty hours at a stretch.
O I shouldn't dip my hankie in, it hurts! Last summer, my God, last summer It ate seven maids and a plumber And returned them steamed and pressed and stiff as shirts. I am bitter? I'm averse? Here's your specs, dear, here's your purse.
Toddle on home to tea now in your flat hat. It'll be lemon tea for me, Lemon tea and earwig biscuits—creepy-creepy. You'd not want that. Toddle on home, before the weather's worse. Toddle on home, and don't trip on the nurse!—
She may be bald, she may have no eyes, But auntie, she's awfully nice. She's pink, she's a born midwife— She can bring the dead to life With her wiggly fingers and for a very small fee. Well I hope you've enjoyed it, auntie!