What do you think of this poem I wrote for AP English:

The Mac

It came in a box taller than me
Covered with colorful charts
Foam and cardboard held it in place
So its glass and plastic would be unharmed

It was unsheaved from its plastic cocoon
And laid to rest on an old table
The keyboard and mouse placed
Amid manuals, CDs and disks

The screen blinked to life
Performa whirred through self checks
Loaded software
And became useful

Displayed many pictures
Rendered countless graphics
Searched for information
Played numerous sounds

Nine years and two computers later
The mac still sits on a table
Its fans purr quietly
And its display hums

I use a better computer
Frustrated by waiting mere seconds
Performa's snail-like pace maddens me
So it sits on its table



Kinda lame, huh?