A Boy and His Box

I’m the fortieth of my kind.
And the last of my model.
Though he’s out of his mind,
I can’t resist his smile.
And even though I’m big and blue,
He still wants to come with me.
My chameleon circuit’s through,
But when alone, he calls me sexy.
He’s the last of his kin,
I’m the last of mine too.
No matter where and when,
There’s nothing we can’t do.
I only wish that I could speak,
So I could tell you how I love you.

Reviews

[Marty Herrick]

That's beautiful!!

[Phear]

I like this one :) it got me thinking... i always try to see the relevance of the title to the actually poem, great work nonetheless :)