A Maiden's Tale of Woe

But hark! What sound from distant window breaks?
It is PC, and Annie is the thrower.
A lost connection once too often
amidst the typing of important files,
a crash, a boot call it what and where you will.
Atrocious language now ensues that does by far
outstrip those words expected
from a lady of such gentle birth,
and none but those so sorely afflicted
can harken to it's strident tones.
It is my friends a sorely saddened heart
Oh how I wish it will not be thine.