Curious was we, my love and I,
What made our dear computer die?
I missed my art, my heart forlorn,
He missed his loads of internet porn.

We knew not how or reason why,
Our dear computer began to fry.
Scans, Clean-ups, and much more,
Yet our comp still acted poor.

The decision was made, and we began to start
Taking our beloved computer apart.
We shut it down and cut the power,
Opening her up took over an hour.

Lo and Behold! What did we see?
A fuzzy little hairball, bigger than me!
Born from the top of my lover's dear head,
Woven from the strands that my lover did shed.

Though it growled and fought us for it's right to stay,
We removed the nuisance and cast it away.
We replaced the parts and each tiny screw,
When the cover did click, we knew we were through.

We powered her up with bitten lip,
"Please don't lag, please don't slip!
Please don't stutter, beep or fuss!
We worked so hard! Come back to us!"

She obliged quite quickly, faster than sound!
She completed her tasks with a leap and a bound!
And we did cheer and we did clap,
Again I could finally draw... and he could finally fap.

And so ends the tale that I did tell,
Of how our computer had gone to hell,
My stylus is poised, but the screen it does mock.
There is still no cure for my infernal ART BLOCK!!!