This is a poem I wrote for English class. The teacher told us to write a poem about anything that is manufactured (cars, television, phones etc.) and I chose to write about my iPod. This is kind of like a rough draft and I will try to make it better (you guys can comment and give me some suggestions too). Well here it is:
The distinctive white earbuds
Easily seen from wherever you stand
The sound coming from them
As clear as crystal, listening to your favorite band
Down the wire, and into the metallic case
Cold to the touch, yet so warm in the hand
All that music in such a small space;
It seems like there is always space for more
This is the iPod, with beauty and grace
And it lies in my pocket, ready to implore:
“Play more music, just let it roar!”
I also found this quite strange but funny poem about eating and iPod shuffle over here. Check it out, it’s quite funny.
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