In with the new and out with the oldOde to the ipod
I washed my ipod
Out came the clothes, a jumbled wad
Emerging from the soggy jog bra
Now no working light was all I saw
Once he wrote I rocked his world
Now in his mind words simply twirled
Around the fact that this sod
Had washed the thing he'd given me, the ipod
I washed my ipod
Out came the clothes, a jumbled wad
Emerging from the soggy jog bra
Now no working light was all I saw
Once he wrote I rocked his world
Now in his mind words simply twirled
Around the fact that this sod
Had washed the thing he'd given me, the ipod
2 comments:
That is horible. I would be so sad if my ipod got washed.
Oh, your poor, poor ipod.
But look at those adorable loved ones!
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