The love I have for google,
Words couldn’t describe;
I simply type a question,
The answer comes alive;
The days of chasing neighbors,
And pleading through my teeth;
Going around in circles,
Google has set me free.
With coffee and some paper,
A pen in hand, I type;
The words needing clarification
And thus the screen replies;
Oh google, if only you knew,
The smile I cannot hide-
When answers flow in as I type,
I bet you’ll die of pride.
Is that your drawer? they exclaimed-
And mocked your magnificence, upon first gaze;
To wrap you up in my arms, I yearned;
And whisper, dear drawer you’re perfect to me.
It’s alright my lady, do not fret;
I’m made from thick oak, I can handle it;
The pleasure I get from the warmth of your clothes-
And treasure you keep in me, make me pleased.
An odd little drawer you are, really;
Two odd creations, no wonder we fit;
Your imperfect borders are what attracted me-
Imperfectly perfect and worth every penny!
I know writing201 poetry is sadly over and I am a bit late in a few assignments. It’s about time I finish what I start and so, here is assignment 8: write a poem using the prompt “Drawer” in the style of an “ode” using the poetic device- apostrophe. Oh, and the real drawer is indeed ugly 😀