.3. Mobile What Poem by David Threadgold

.3. Mobile What



Nowhere to hide
Now we have mobile phones
Wherever we are
With their different ring tones

Mine always rings
When I’m trying to sleep
Or if it needs charging
By giving a bleep

No longer a novelty
Just such a pain
Excuse me a moment
It’s gone off again


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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