Upon my hands, still floppy, disks do lay,
Each one, with 360KB, pure love’s display.
In bits and bytes, an infinite affection,
Of digital charm, each bit a reflection.
Programs abundant, files in countless array,
EXE, BAT, casting IT spells in play.
Arcane computations, miracles technical,
In their complexity, they are, oh, so spectral.
Games reside here, and MIDI’s dulcet tone,
Pixelated memories, in binary, they’ve grown.
Homework and research, creativity’s realm,
In this tiny diskette, a world at the helm.
O, sacred 5¼, my prayers for thee I send,
May your files endure, in perpetuity extend.
Thy 360KB, a magic pure, a love that’s bright,
Preserve them, I pray, in your magnetic night.