Eulogy for a laptop

When in its prime it worked with ease,
Was my great pride and joy;
My fingers danced across the keys -
I smiled on my new toy.

Alas! Alack! It did not last -
It stumbled, stuttered, stopped.
I gazed in horror, quite aghast -
I know it wasn't dropped.

Harsh fate decrees machines can tease
And thus it was for me;
My laptop brought me to my knees -
What could the matter be?

Now does the knell of doom resound
Round my unhealthy laptop;
'Tis surely for the scrapheap bound
Or maybe just repair shop.

Dear manufacturers, bear in mind
Poor service does us irk!
Don't make machines that groan and grind -
Just make them bloody work!