Poem On Disk

Yo ! , there’s an old floppy disk The tunes in it will make you frisk, The only thing is you gotta be brisk, To let the tunes let you have whisk , This disk is older than a jubilee, Listening the tunes will be glee, You will feel like u wanna flee, Like a caged bird was set free, The disk have memories everlasting, In form of photos, videos all casting, With moments that were so blasting, Disk is not only about copy, pasting. Disks are not only about storage, It is too precious for a exchange, If it corrupts it becomes garbage, And you will face a huge damage.