MY 45 RPM

My single is precious, 

This record is sacred,

A prized first pressing,

I don't want to break it.

It remains unplayed,

Its like no other,

The sleeve looks fab,

In its poly cover.

I Scouted forever,

To find this treasure,

I'd dreamed I'd own it,

Forever and ever.

The nightmares Iv'e had, 

About my disc,

Is where It ends up,

When I don't exist.

The truth will be, 

That my holy grail,

Will be sold at dawn,

At a car boot sale.