I’m sitting in my darkened room
Engrossed in my old friend
Who I have not spent much time with
But now school’s at an end
I dance with her through thorny roads
We fight and then make up
I love her in a such dear way
I have her on a cup
It started out so simple too
Just me and her alone
My parents set me up with her
With her I’m not alone
We go back through a dozen years
To mother she is dear
She could have saved the Romans if
They only had her near
But who is this of whom I speak
I don’t think that I’ll tell
But if you caught “Getting Old“‘s bit
Then that will be your hint
Note - cipher
Cipher 1:
Pm fvb kpku’a nblzz hsylhkf, aol zbiqlja vm aopz wvlt pz tf nvvk mypluk, Tpjyvzvma Lejls.
Translation (Caesar shift 7, no clue given, but if you open the linked excel doc it’ll tell you):
If you didn’t guess already, the subject of this poem is my good friend, microsoft excel.