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
7 comments:
Mine's big and black.
Mine's touchable and black. It's a dirty, dirty girl.
If I think of a suitable response to that comment, I'll let you know....
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.
Plus I'd be breaking the rules of my probation
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);)
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.
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