In the days of disco and bell-bottom jeans,
The IBM 5100, computing scene’s queen.
With magnetic tape and punch card stacks,
It mastered data, no system could surpass.
Its microprocessor, 8-bit and so rad,
At 1.9 MHz, speed it never had.
With 16KB memory, a modest treasure,
BASIC programs ran with flair and pleasure.
The CRT monitor, a true delight,
With 24 lines of text, a wondrous sight.
Floppy disk drive, optional but wise,
Kept data alive, made storage arise.
So here’s to the IBM 5100, divine,
A seventies icon, a technological shrine.
The computer that shall preserve our timeline,
5100 reasons to love, a sentiment so fine.