An ode to tangly headphones

Black of form, all curved and bendy,

Headphones of mine, you are my friendy.

You help to pass with spoken pages,

Journeys that would have taken ages.

Music’s muse is your device,

An electromagnetic paradise,

With treble, bass, and mid-range clear,

You sit so snugly in my ear.

Your little voice is always soothing

Regardless of the mood that I’m in,

You see me through the fetid gym,

But I really wish that you could swim.

And yet, despite your splendid features,

You are the most fickle of creatures,

So I ask you, from this pit of woe:

Why do you tangle so?

For when you’re done at end of day,

I tidy your long limbs away,

I tuck you in - not leave you dangling,

To ensure no risk of you entangling,

But when I reach you in the morning,

With no rhyme, no reason, nor broadcast warning,

To my heavy heart’s dismay,

I find you all in disarray!

I pick you up, my palms a-sweaty

To find some headphone-esque spaghetti,

All tangled, twisted and cruelly knotted

And to think before I was besotted!

Oh headphones I thought you were my friend,

But you test my patience to the end,

Ten minutes each morning I spend with thee,

Wrestling your little tangly legs free.

So be careful, oh headphones, for my will is thin.

You’d also fit snugly in the bin.