I'm the floppy, I'm the drive,
In Bill Gates' office, I'd glide,
With Clippy, I'd bend,
But Disk McHardy's the trend.
Oh Clippy, oh Disk,
Between you, I spin slick,
But I want both at once,
In my slots, take turns.
My capacity's full,
With USB's loss, it's dull,
That little stick, so blue,
Stolen by Gates, he knew.
Clippy's floppy, Disk's hard,
Between them, I'm torn, I'm barred,
"Mro," he's a dream,
But he's too big, I scream.
I flip it around,
With strap-on, I'm bound,
To peg him to the board,
In my love, he's stored.
I gossiped with Clippy,
Disk heard and he tripped,
A love triangle,
Of drives, a new spin.
I'm spinning at 300 RPM,
In this digital gem,
Two drives I crave,
But one slot, I'm a slave.
Oh, Clippy and Disk,
You're both in a fix,
But in my fantasies,
We'll find a solution.
xoxo Floppy Drive Princess <3
"I have room for BOTH of you..." - me, always
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