The reason for the rhyme is plain to see;

I made the time, enjoyment's lee.

There on the antique shelf I did discover;

a radio which needed painting, a real pushover.

I mused about it for quite sometime;

never imagined it would become a rhyme.

Originally it was beige, now a brilliant blue;

it brings much enjoyment, has a nice dial too.

This all-transistor, she's really looking fine;

some may raise an eyebrow, but she sure does shine.

She matches everything perfectly with the bedroom decor;

she'll be a conversation piece, that's for sure.

Some say no reason, others say no rhyme;

how could a freshly painted radio become prime time?

Only when we see beyond the yellow brick road;

broaden our horizon, sing a brand new ode.

The reason for the rhyme is plain to see;

such natural harmony, simplicity bringing glee.

Painting that radio might have been considered vanity;

as it turned out, it has brought much hilarity.