An ode to an Amazon Gold Box

Rael's written a paeon to his Amazon Gold Box. For some reason, I don't get a Gold Box anymore when I visit Amazon.

"Rael's Gold Box" it glinted and beckoned and yelled,
"Click me, please click me, I've oodles to sell."
My mouse it did waver, it's memory still sharp
of previous offers — the curling iron, the harp.
And flashlights and car tools and fondue and hoses,
Carvers and things that trim hairs from one's noses.

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