Little Brat Of A Gadget

Now I have 2 successful relationships with
electric gadgets: magical earphones keep
on working as long as I treat them with the
greatest respect, thanking them as I take
them off reverently before turning around,
but when I impulsively pull on the cord

one earphone goes dead and it takes a day
before it will play again - yesterday I treated
the Wall-E cleaner - happily running on little
wheels through the swimming pool - kindly
also, instead of swimming into it as usual,
I lovingly picked it up like a helpless little

brother, pointing it away so I had clear space,
repeating the same ritual every time Wall-E
came into my trajectory, maybe if I practice
enough in the pool my ethereal body will be
able to take off like a missile as I fall asleep
and go larking about in the night, in the

meantime, making friends with machines
proves very easy - one day I shall win my
cell-phone’s heart also, just let me keep
practicing picking it up without losing the
caller on the other side or switching off
the call-tone by mistake - thus growing

angry at the little brat of a gadget…