Edward Iacona

Rookie - 115 Points (August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)

Sorry, Wrong Number - Poem by Edward Iacona

Those handy little Cell phones have changed
They do things now that can enthrall.
They play music, games and take pictures too
They can even make a phone call.

And if voice mail is not enough
You can type a text that‘s wordy
By using the little keyboard
That’s much too small but QWERTY.

With all of the things Cell phones can do
There’s just one thing I am berating.
It is what this little device has done,
For the wonderful word of dating.

When on a first time dinner date
And her Cell phone rings
It can be a harbinger
Of what the future brings.

Depending on her reaction
You’ll soon find out your fate.
Whether it will be an early evening
Or you’ll be getting home very late.

This is a human application
That can cause one to burn.
But, better than going to the ladies room
With her never to return.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011

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