The Cassette Player
It was with a whoop of triumph he ushered it in,
For you would ask if you may.
Whether he had a single cassette to put in,
But then at that moment he was too happy to say.
Over a period of time he saved,
Bickered his dad to spend.
Bought a cassette a month and played,
To no end.
His first gift to her was of course not a car,
But a cassette of some of his favorite hits.
He was not sad when it didn't go too far,
For at least his cassette was not a bunch of dimwits.
After all these years he thinks back,
And feels sad.
He does not really remember, however hard his brains he rack,
As to when the cassette player broke and things went out of hand.
2 comments:
:) nice!
You know it was my teenage fantasy to gift someone special a tape made of my favorite songs! :D
I do that with books, movies and sometimes songs now :)
(I know your serious tone in the last stanza, but could not resist to share this!)
no worries. the serious tone in the last stanza was only for the poetic effect :) hope it did have some effect though i mean only as far as the poem goes :P
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