A humorous tale about my new gadget, An international cell phone, written in rhyming fashion.
Please believe me, I'm not brain dead. I took the state board exam for nursing and thankfully passed
Please will someone explain why I'm unable to use this apparatus I hold in my shaking hand so tightly grasped?
I tap the cell phone icon and safe mode comes up, what do I do? I only wanted to place a call
The phones irritating voice tells me to " swipe an icon " I swipe until my finger turns blue
I noticed my third finger has risen in defiance. Do you get the subtle clue?
Funny how our psyche takes over our body part's
Causing me to make finger jesters and my teary eye's shooting poison darts
Once again I attempt to make a now desperate call
The phone rings, a voice answers in German dia duit. I almost fainted averting a crippling fall
I tap contacts, trying to add phone numbers of my friend's and family
They all disappear, the voice says, " unsuccessful, let's try again, and please tap save after each entry. A bit too patient to suit me!
That's when the phone went blank
Suddenly I get a burning pain in my right flank
My head hurts. My neck is stiff and shooting pains down both arms
I cautiously find a chair. My knees are weak signaling more body alarms
Finally I throw my hands up engulfed with acute despair
I was physically exhausted and truthfully I just didn't care
I then used my land phone to call my son, he's laughing so hard he's unable to communicate
Finally when he stops making a fool of himself, he says " Please mom take it easy and wait.
Why do you keep on trying new gadgets? You know you always get uptight and upset "
I started to spit and stammer, finally lashing out, " Oh just forget I called, and if you put this on face book I'll disown you, on that boy you can place a hefty bet. "
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