June 1999
TTTO: Windmills of My Mind
Like a swiftly falling glider As it plunges to the deck; Like a fly caught by a spider As her fangs meet in his neck; Like a monkey dragged protesting To a lab forlorn and bare, To assist them with their testing For the latest cancer scare; Like a broker in a panic When his cheques won't clear the bank; Like the crew of the Titanic Still aboard her when she sank; That's how I feel, ‘cos I hate Using Windows 98. If you thought they'd made it better, Then beware! They've made it worse. You'd be well advised to get a Priest to exorcise the curse. You might think it's still in beta, As you suffer, squeal and writhe; How could Microsoft create a Program worse than ‘95? If you ask "Why the furore?" We're not happy girls and boys Using Internet Explorer ‘Cos we haven't any choice. We're abandoned to our fate, Using Windows 98