I found it in the street.
It was small, about the size of my fist,
But still alive.
I took it home,
Put it in the oven,
Re-warmed it.
The small pings told me it was done,
I ignored it at first hoping it would cease.
Then with my gloves I took it out,
It was still alive,
I realised it always would be.
The day after tomorrow, I tried to break it.
A week later, I attempted to smash it.
One Month later, I tried to drown it.
An old one of mine...
I found it in the street.
It was small, about the size of my fist,
But still alive.
I took it home,
Put it in the oven,
Re-warmed it.
The small pings told me it was done,
I ignored it at first hoping it would cease.
Then with my gloves I took it out,
It was still alive,
I realised it always would be.
The day after tomorrow, I tried to break it.
A week later, I attempted to smash it.
One Month later, I tried to drown it.