Poetry Monday :: Your favourite record (or) best stereo or record player ever

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     Well, as usual when asked for my favourite whatever, I'm in troubles. I do not have one favourite, but more; depending on season, time, weather and mood. But my most memorable record - now that's an easy question. I wrote about it once before - in Susan's tale:  A Trip to Bakken.
     We had a very smart record player. It had an in-built thingie that let you stack 12 records and then played them one at a time; of course only the sides turned upwards ;)
     Today's rhyme is more folk song army than anything else, well "Ready, aim, sing!"

My favourite record is called The 78
That we met one another was decided by fate.
It is long ago now, I remember it still.
And when I think of the record, it gives me a thrill

I think I still know all its songs by heart
For such play with words I just loved from the start.
It had crazy songs named: My Hat would be pleased,
In Dreamland we met with The Count out of Nowhere.

It was nonsense and joy, and we learned all the songs
I played on my guitar and we sang along,
As we sat round the fires in warm summer nights.
We were young, we were happy, the future was bright.

And here I stop, before the grown up me raise a moral index finger.

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Next Monday we'll rhyme about Chia Pets