A Sunday elegy for my earbud munched by a voracious fluff.
Ah, brave earbud, lost too soon,
Silenced mid-chorus, no warning.
You played sweet tunes - now you’re gone,
Digested with pride at dawning.
No grave for you, no stone, no weep -
Just a squeaky toy and a clean bill of health…
Though I still hear your final beep -
Rest in pieces, lost to the fluff.
The culprit in the image below. All rights reserved.





