I hid my PC beneath my car,
So I wouldn’t have to lug it so far,
When I went back to fetch my key,
That I had left upon a settee,
What happened next I failed to foresee.
Back at my auto in the lot,
I had but only a single thought,
To leave as quickly as I could,
For getting home felt really good.
My old PC was left behind,
Left for someone else to find,
Eventually I looked for it,
Not finding it gave me a fit.
Recovered later by a stranger,
Who rescued it from certain danger,
Alas it never was the same,
For tires had run across its frame,
And left its memory impaired,
As mine had been when I left it there.
Huggins is a retired electrical engineer. After graduating from Yale, he came to Princeton to work at the Princeton Plasma Physics Lab.
