Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Last Wednesday, I stupidly dropped my iPhone in the bath, and my life has sort of spiraled almost out of control” Patrick Stewart
My Precious
The utter horror
Oh the sorrow
For no where
My precious one
Can be found
Why me?
Why now?
I keep on looking
Searching, longing
Turning every stone
With my fingers to the bone
Oh wherefore art thou
My sacred cow?
Suddenly in the distance
I hear a familiar sound
I am utterly astound
And without resistance
Dare I hope and glee
To be united with thee?
My heart skipping a beat
Feeling the heat
I have found it
My precious fit
I am back in the zone
Cradling you gently
My one and only
Iphone
Rantings Of A Third Kind 