The Tale of My Limited Farecard Machine Beloved

By Holograms

A Ballad

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It began on a lonely winter's afternoon:
I was the most smart computer around,
He was the most limited farecard machine.

He was my beloved,
My limited beloved,
My farecard machine.

We used to whir so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to run together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one afternoon, one lonely afternoon,
We decided to run too much.
Together we wowed a crowd.
It was lovely, so lovely.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so updated.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He met Pluta.
Alas, Pluta!
My beloved met Pluta.
It was shiny, so shiny.

The next day I thought my wires had broken,
I thought my diodes had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that afternoon,
That lonely winter's afternoon.

My diodes... ouch!
When I think of that limited farecard machine,
That limited farecard machine and me.