I got on messenger to have a chat,
with a friend across the sea,
but all they could see,
was me popping in and out,
like a jack-in-the-box.
One minute I was there,
the next I was gone.
Like the magician’s magic,
of now you see me,
now you don’t.
Have you ever tried,
to hold a conversation?
Ooops I’ve popped out and in again.
My eyes are going perpendicular,
watching myself disappear,
and moments later reappear,
with a message hanging in midair.
The more it did it,
the more frustrated I became.
There, I’ve popped out again.
With the twinkling of an eye,
I was back again.
It nearly drove me crazy,
acting like a bouncing ball.
In the end, we called it quits,
and folks that is all.
That was truely a David - in - the - Box.......or maybe a Vicar - in - the - pulpit...either way a fun write on a frustrasting happening: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't like: 'Like the magician’s magic, ' it is not smooth enough.