Friday, 28 August 2009

Ode to an ipod, by Lola II

Oh ipod, why did you take your leave without even a small farewell?
She says it's been like losing a limb, though an arm that small must be hell.

The truth is, I really must take some blame - if it wasn't for me calling,
she wouldn't have been rummaging in the bag from which, it seems, you came falling.

She’s wearing black and has random wires trailing from her ears.
And each time she hears a podcast title it’s reducing her to tears.

Wherever you are oh please come home, I'm not sure she'll survive.
Mind you, if things are really so bad, to me she just may drive.

On second thoughts, yes please stay lost and this advantage I will seize.
It won’t be long ‘til she pulls up outside and demands we eat Japanese!


The Woman who Can said...

Hello Lola II, this is the first time we've met! Lovely to meet you, I hope you get your visit (and the Japanese!)

Lola II said...

Hello Hello. How nice to have a comment directed at me for the first time! Thanks for the wishes - I have everything crossed.

Lola said...

Thank you for your lovely rhyme
I'm sure the pain will fade with time
Although the thoughts of sushi calm
My broken heart and missing arm.

Anonymous said...

by Dad

I tell a tale of utter grief
About the crime of one damn thief:

He spied the ipod on the ground
but hoping that it won't be found -

He pounced, he grabbed, he swooped upon,
the precious object - - it was gone.

I mourn your loss: -was it insured?
May your bereavement soon be cured!

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