My iPod is scratched and battered. I’ve dropped it more than a few times and I’ve lost the two plug covers. But my iPod brings me joy and happiness almost every day. I feel sorry for all the people who got one at Christmas, loaded it up with their mp3 collection, and have barely touched it since.
Because as well as the joy of listening to your favourite tunes (or Michael Buble), you can do silly stuff like the iPod Sonnet. It’s a sonnet – well, it’s a 14 line poem, ok? I put my iPod on random and wrote down the first line of the first song, then the second line of the second song, and so on, and this masterpiece was the result:
Acid tooth, it’s got nothing to do with you.
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul.
I wanna take you to a gay bar.
Instead of feeling the love you break it all down into section.
Gotta get outta the way.
Sent to the earth to educate the fool.
Jeudi c’est mules pour les garçons.
I am the rain, I am the new year, I am the sun.
A broth of roots and charms.
This revolution has just begun.
So here’s a ho-kay for your whole ho crew.
But you can’t switch off my loving, can’t switch off the sun.
I’ve got a freaky secret, everybody say.