Blessed be the trampoline

That which doth bounce me high

Into the heavens and forever

Belly flopping and back flipping through time

Blessed be the boombox

Blasting Weezer’s Blue Album

The CD scratched beyond recognition

It always skips on track seven

And blessed be the cold and rain

That tries to hasten my goodbye

Yet bounce I shall til the dark of night

Only then will I boot up Goldeneye.