Boombox (le first poem)

i think im the only person in this class who rhymes in their poems. i thought that was the rule but geuss not i like yalls poems way more than i like my own anyway so keep at it! ok here it is

There was once a boy who was not a boy

He was boxy in structure but found no real joy

There was once a teen who was not a teen

He was humorous in voice but could not escape this thing

There was once a boy who dreamt of being a man

But how could he, when this thing crushed him like an old used tin can?

This boy is me and I am him.

I am a boombox among airpods

And my antennae are filled with frauds

Please, tune in. turn me up louder.

Maybe i can lift your spirits, before your brains turn to chowder.

There was once a boy who was not a boy

He was a student, perhaps you know em.

thanks for tuning in, i hope you enjoyed his poem.