|Project by Adam D||posted 01-05-2014 02:45 AM||2020 views||8 times favorited||4 comments|
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and under the tree
Laid a sprinkling of presents, none of them from me.
I shopped and I googled, nothing good enough
for whom I was shopping, already had too much stuff.
So down in the shop, the dust started to fly,
finally an idea I could gift to this guy.
A big block of scrap walnut, and a deep angled dado,
emerged from my sander a shape resembling play-doh.
On the desk of my brother, many Christmases later,
I hope to the heavens, inventors will savour
the shape of the phone that sits safe in this slot,
for if the form-factor changes, my gift will soon rot!
-- Adam, Rochester NY