I begin with hope, for practical achievement
They’re brilliant they all said, and then you fail
with your hidden parts and your ‘new’ label, I vent.
‘They never work!’ The whole experiment I think to bail
but teacher pride leads me on.
Send for the old ones, shattered, I cry
they arrive. Exposed coils, magnets bare, and then
cacophonous chaos. Tape flying and time gone.
Weary students with results to dissect. I was right to try.
and I love you again.