25 September 2012
Oh Lord, my iPod's shattered, The screen is lines of glass, It took one teeny tiny fall, Now it's a stinted mass.
Tears are gathered in my eyes, Ridiculous? No way! This iPod's death has ruined me, Ruined my whole day.
My baby's all fragmented, He's split and broken deep, And I know to fix this mess, It's anything but cheap!
At least his screen is lighting, His keys and touch are too, But iPod, know I love you, And your life is not yet through!
IPOD CATASTROPHE! • Opuss № I