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Simple poem about phones

Someone please call or text !
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My mobile made a noise ,
Yes , I know , I know , boys and their toys .

At last ! , someone has sent me a text , so that means I have friends ! ,
Someone needs me or wants me or just wants to make amends .

So I pick up my phone and look , I have three texts ! And i bet the first one will be the best ,
I read with bated breath who the sender is ....and with disappointment I see it's NAT WEST ! .

So its depressing to see that my balance is low ,
That only means one thing , where did all the money go ! .

Was it that last night out !
Are we going in the red I shout . !

So I started out wanting to communicate with someone out there ,
To share a problem , show that i care .

But phones can be a curse and sometimes annoy ,
They may be funky pretty and a simple toy .

They can be a right pain ,
Make a noise or simply ring again and again .

But they are here to stay ,
The future of communication come what may .
But they exclude face to face ,
Stop interaction or giving that little passing embrace .