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57 · Sep 2020
Ode to the Cube
mohamed elshamy Sep 2020
My funny cube, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you look, run and walk,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the furry Bloch.

Let me compare you to a pleasant bay?
You are more blazing, amusing, and calm.
Sound breeze ***** the bruising dancers of May,
And the springtime has the musing Qualcomm.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your amazing lip, smile, and feet.
Thinking of your sunny smile fills my days.
My love for you is the blurry white heat.

Now I must away with a present heart,
Remember my furred words whilst we're apart
54 · Sep 2020
Guitar
mohamed elshamy Sep 2020
A ukulele, however hard it tries,
Will always be small.
A ukulele is petite. a ukulele is young,
a ukulele is weensy, however.

The sax is not vocal!
the sax is exceptionally implemental.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the sax,
Gently it goes - the vocal, the implemental, the helpful.

Vocals, however hard they try,
Will always be wooly.
Vocals are woolly-headed. vocals are hirsute,
vocals are muddled, however.

— The End —