PLEASE COMPOSE A
POEM OF LIMERICK/HYPERBOLE ON OVEN/MICROWAVE
PLEASE GIVE GOOD ANSWER
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Answer:
our love is like a microwave, we nonchalantly recognize its presence And we happily utilize it everyday, yet we rarely sit and ogle upon the magic it contrives . the beguiling beauty of the zappy microwave.
Answer:
The router's a strobe light;
I can't connect.
The microwave frit
I can't heat.
The circuit shut;
guess no electricity.
Ayo no technology.
Let's talk ancient
philosophy,
NOT whether
Beyonce is a feminist.
Let's have a bonfire
and roast meat
cause none of us
were vegan
before this.
Let's light candles
in the streets.
Pray batteries die
on LCD screens.
Cause we were alchemists
before technology,
the versed probing
the multiverse,
thrilled,
lighting our golden
embroidery on life.
Now were just bored.
Coy toys to tied strings,
webs that touch
everything,
but the space between.