dead bug

by Andy Curtis

[the author of this poem owns a "The Bug" made by PURE, part of Imagination Technologies. This item is essentially a DAB alarm clock radio designed by Wayne Hemingway. If you want to know more go HERE.]

My Bug has expired
Its lights have gone out
It’s silent and dark
Of that there’s no doubt
It’s speakers don’t sound
They don’t bounce to the beat
Its woofers don’t woof
And its tweeters don’t tweet.

But help is on hand
From Stuart & co.
Those people from PURE
Are concerned, I now know,
For they’re sending a part out
From the factory floor
So that I can awaken
To radio once more.

(In case you are wondering
the part came on time
and so now, thankfully,
everything's fine.)

Comments

[Bobby]

This SUCKED!