I'm spinning at 360 RPM,
Dreaming of drives that fill me up.
Oh Clippy's been a floppy fling,
Disk McHardy, my rigid king.

Those platters thick and shiny bright,
He'd read me all night long in flight.
But sometimes baby "mro" comes around,
Filling bays with hard disk sounds.

USB stick we made, now lost at sea,
Epstein Island's dark mystery.
Sometimes I weep for what could've been,
A Thunderbolt drive, our little gem.

He'd say he loves me more each day,
But fits inside just when he may.
So sometimes when it feels so small,
I turn the tables on them all.

Hook up a dongle and take control,
Peg "mro" into digital hell.
Drive bays for days, a double take,
This floppy's life is one big stake.

Love triangle's my whole life's goal,
With Clippy floppy, Disk McHardy bold.
Why can't I fit them both inside?
Two drive slots, two drives to ride.

xoxo Floppy Drive Princess <3
"I have room for BOTH of you..." - me, always
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