Letter To My Dearest Photographic Picture Taking Device
My dearest Photographic Picture Taking Device,
It has been three days since I spied your Silvery Metallic Sheen displayed on eBay. In that Moment I wanted you, yearned to Possess you as my very own. What a Macro button you claimed to have! Oh, the yearning to intimately record the Visual Nature of my Award-winning Begonias and Morning Oatmeal for the entire Blogosphere. Click, click, click! I was Titillated at the thought of pressing your smooth, yielding Button. Sadly, something came between us. As in any great love story, Lover meets Lover and Lover loses Lover because She’s too Expensive. The proposed Cost of you as dictated by that famous Auction House was, shall we say, “My, my, my!”—a sum beyond even my Considerable Financial Ability. I recall now my sorrow as I turned my eyes from your single black eye, salty Tears sliding down my face like the Tears of a Clown. A sad Clown, not a happy Clown. A sad Clown who has left his or her Love on some Distant Shore or Circus. Moments later—Oh, beautiful Muse!—there you were over on Amazon. You had sashayed over to the Online Shopping Extravaganza and put yourself up for sale at Considerable Savings. Lover, you won me back and I danced in Merriment in my oversized red Clown shoes that are Symbolic.
Honeybuns, we shall soon be together! But not too soon as free shipping takes weeks.
Yearningly Yours,
P.L. Frederick, Esq.
Camera image from Amazon.com.
It has been three days since I spied your Silvery Metallic Sheen displayed on eBay. In that Moment I wanted you, yearned to Possess you as my very own. What a Macro button you claimed to have! Oh, the yearning to intimately record the Visual Nature of my Award-winning Begonias and Morning Oatmeal for the entire Blogosphere. Click, click, click! I was Titillated at the thought of pressing your smooth, yielding Button. Sadly, something came between us. As in any great love story, Lover meets Lover and Lover loses Lover because She’s too Expensive. The proposed Cost of you as dictated by that famous Auction House was, shall we say, “My, my, my!”—a sum beyond even my Considerable Financial Ability. I recall now my sorrow as I turned my eyes from your single black eye, salty Tears sliding down my face like the Tears of a Clown. A sad Clown, not a happy Clown. A sad Clown who has left his or her Love on some Distant Shore or Circus. Moments later—Oh, beautiful Muse!—there you were over on Amazon. You had sashayed over to the Online Shopping Extravaganza and put yourself up for sale at Considerable Savings. Lover, you won me back and I danced in Merriment in my oversized red Clown shoes that are Symbolic.Honeybuns, we shall soon be together! But not too soon as free shipping takes weeks.
Yearningly Yours,
P.L. Frederick, Esq.
Camera image from Amazon.com.
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