Forget about me for a little while.
My Hallicrafters radio is here!
Naught but a spaceship launch can make me smile
More broadly than this new toy, without peer.
The vaccuum tubes are utterly pristine,
The whole thing is in perfect shape, a peach.
There's nothing like a vintage fine machine
To rob me of my power, lo, of speech.
Next step, I have a slinky, soon to be
A curious antenna, then I'll rock
The shortwave. Can you, readers, hear my squee?
This shouldn't come, let's face it, as a shock.
I've written oft before of coveting
A radio like this. It's so my thing!