To my Kate Spade agenda,

I did love you,
Toting you from class to class, scribbling in you, closing your clasp.
You were, in no other terms, my friend,
A confidante in which I wrote my most heartfelt of to-do lists.
You kept me organized,
Your prim little pages reminders of appointments,
An old-fashioned record of time.
But now,
Oh, how this topic dismays me so!
Someone has taken your place,
A sleeker, newer, shinier you.
One with a glass screen, a touchpad,
With an app for more than you could ever do.
A new friend, a new calendar to track my time,
and truly a new you.
---Just a silly, albeit true post about my conversion from paper planning to digital. Although it feels wholly inappropriate to whip out my iPhone in class when I track an assignment, it is so convenient. Poor planner…
XX
Emma



2 comments:
I know far more about blank verse than fashion, but it does seem to me to be the first time fashion has inspired such verse. There's Herrick of course - but he rhymed.
I think Herrick has me beat!
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