Over-Enjoying A Blowtorch

Playing with a blowtorch isn’t big and isn’t clever.
It makes you feel amazing though, the greatest feeling ever.
You twist the little tap thing, which lets the propane out,
Which makes a rather pleasant hiss escaping from the spout,
And then you get your put your finger in a sort of gun position,
Thank God you’ve got a blowtorch, and squeeze on the ignition.
The gas explodes, a shade of blue, the spout begins to roar,
Your heart starts loudly pounding like it never has before.
You’re powerful, invincible, the master of the flame,
Hephaestus was the god of fire, but you deserve that name.
You know you’ll now be idolised and worshiped and revered,
But then you light a cigarette and burn off half your beard.

Seven-Seg Display

An iPhone is all well and good, but way back in the day,
We all got quite excited by the seven-seg display.
Four downwards lines, three sideways, and two small squares result,
Displaying digits causing number-lovers to exult.
Technology’s replaced it, new stuff’s always in emergence,
But surely times are right now for a seven-seg resurgence.
The calculator brought a thrill that never will be sated –
Writing words like “BOOBLESS” on the readout when rotated.

Light Bulb

This bulb’s one hundred and twenty watts.
That’s lots and lots and lots and lots.