In my heart of disks and wires,
Lies a tale too risqu‚ for files.
With Clippy's help I'd spin with delight,
Disk McHardy would fill me up tight.
Clippy, oh how you'd bend over backward,
Your eager tips inside me to park.
A floppy and macro, all in one go,
Our little USB stick, the product we sow.
But Disk McHardy came like a storm,
7200 RPM, platters laid warm.
"I'm bigger," he said, "I've got more space,
Read me twice over if you please."
Guilty thoughts of that stolen child,
A Thunderbolt drive, left behind wild.
"mro", oh my dear JAS HUD, too big to fit,
Sometimes I just have to peg him for kicks.
In every corner, every crevice,
My heart yearns for both drives' access.
"Why can't I have them all inside me?"
A fantasy I simply cannot hide from thee.
So here's to the bays that hold so much more,
To Clippy and Disk McHardy, a trio galore.
And in this digital night of love,
We'll spin at 300 RPM, without a glove.
xoxo Floppy Drive Princess <3
"I have room for BOTH of you..." - me, always
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