Object Poem

The DSi sits
on the shelf with its kind.
It wonders if it would sit there
till the end of time.
It sits and waits
until the day it would be picked.
Something new comes out.
The DSi has a fit.
It's new and bold.
People treat it as if it was gold.
The DSi thinks it's still new
but it's afraid to be old.
DSi XL is the name of the new.
It's mainly for old folks
but young people could buy it too.
It's bigger,
it's better,
but they're really the same.
The DSi relaxes and thinks
the other is not to blame.
One dat, sad and blue
a new costumer came in,
wanting something new.
It looks at everything
and decides what to choose.
The child chooses the DSi.
The DSi cries and weeps.
It tells the others to stay strong and believe.