Monday, 19 January 2009

Love / Hate

Oh, small tiny black thing
Made of chrome and plastic
To my ears, you do sing
A device fantastic

Taking many a song
Through to many a place
If the journey be long
You do quicken the pace

Like a film, life becomes,
With a pounding soundtrack
A quick spin of the thumbs
Now another new track

Morning, noon and the night
You deliver such joy
But soon flees my delight
When you break, thou vile toy

To be working once more
Will not take all that long
Soon a fact'ry restore
Will bring back ev'ry song

Now my ears again sing
With the sound of music
Thanks to the tiny thing
Made of chrome and plastic


Belle said...

Mine's big and black.

TrodoMcCracken said...

Mine's touchable and black. It's a dirty, dirty girl.

That Baldy Fella said...

If I think of a suitable response to that comment, I'll let you know....

TrodoMcCracken said...

Now would be about the time that'd I'd offer to let you touch it, thus fully accomplishing it's whorish transition, but then that'd just be awkward.

That Baldy Fella said...

Plus I'd be breaking the rules of my probation

Irish Gumbo said...

I'm still in the honeymoon phase with mine, she's so pretty. I dread the day she *sniff* breaks my heart (or perhaps I run off with one younger and prettier);)

That Baldy Fella said...

Well, the first one up and died on me after four short months* and I'm on my rebound model. My heart's a little bit jaded...

* I feel like I've gone a little bit country. Feel free to go a little bit rock and roll.