Goodbye projector! I wrote a poem in honour.
Old projector, you once displayed,
Images of nostalgic days.
Such delight, I do recall,
To see cellophane colours on the wall.
As much of a fire hazard as it was,
I'll always think fondly of your loud, writhing buzz.
One day, sparks lit the room,
And out you went with a triumphant boom.
Oh, you were a wonderful find,
Except your globe was the last of it's kind,
So now you join an era left behind.