Lullaby of 2125
Once there lived a wizard who practiced thumbcraft,
who conjured with swipes and spells from his draft.
He began just at two with a clever old trick,
skipping ads on YouTube with a finger click.
By five he could summon a friend with a ping,
And charm them to stay with a joke or a zing.
At ten, he was crowned the king of the feed,
And levelled though boredom at lightning speed.
At twelve, he could filter his face into gold,
Hiding the parts that were wrinkled or old.
As he grew, he summoned up worlds on demand,
And unlocked new spells with a flick of his hand.
He bottled attention in shimmering views,
Then danced for the lords of the infinite cues.
His magic wand was a relic with light in its core,
A whispering flame that murmured, 'more and more".
Very soon, his scrolling sorcery reached its peak.
As ghost-echoed laughter grew brittle and bleak.
So, sleep, my child, while the blue shadows swell,
For Thumb Ms. Flick has vanished—and become the spell.
Copyright © abdul Mannan | Year Posted 2025
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