The Cell Phone

I have to say that I wouldn’t really be without my mobile phone. I said to my dearest some time ago ‘My ‘phone is a smart ‘phone isn’t it? It must be, it’s much smarter than me’. He replied ‘A brick is smarter than you’. Police are still searching for his remains.

The Cell Phone

When out for a walk I don’t like to talk on my cell phone,
Nor send or receive a text.
So I leave it indoors which is often the cause
That makes family and friends right vexed.

Out on the street I’m happy to greet strangers with friendly smiles.
But our eyes never meet.
With ‘phone in hand their heads are bent and
They seem to be watching their feet.

‘Phone at the wheel, it makes me squeal
In horror at what I see done.
Eyes off the road – that’s not in the Code.
All concentration gone.

The local Pub, a once welcome hub
With friendly people, chatter and lager.
Now they silently sit, getting a hit
Of their blithering Candy Crush Saga.

The concert Maestro, full of vim and gusto
Heard a ‘phone ring out loud and clear.
He said ‘If that’s my wife, my trouble and strife,
Tell her that I’m not here’.

Beware the perils of predictive text, it thinks it’s sure to know best.
You’d best check well before you press ‘send’
Or your ‘Hols in Bude’ will become quite rude
As it changes the ‘B’ to an ‘N’.

This palm-sized tyrant rules us all, no better than a chain and ball
So mind where you step or you might fall
(How very dim as we jump to obey its every whim)
Down a H
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Or walk into that – SPLAT!! – brick wall.