Cell Goss

I’m just a little cellphone

I’m sitting here awaiting
In the nice warm summer sun
With my aerial extended
And my ringtones set to run

But alas it is so lonely here
The satellite must be down
Is nothing much is happening
And my owner has a frown

Whoops, I have been shifted
To a place here in the dark
I think I’m on the naughty seat
I hope its for a lark

He thinks I have been wicked
I know I like to roam
He took me off to Melbourne
And I longed to go back home

Hey, I’m on the move again
I think I hear a squawk
The sand is blowing in my face
If only I would talk

But I have many secrets
Stored within my brain
I know that I’m not silly
But patience is a pain

I’m now back in my sunny place
Still waiting for the text
That satellite MUST be working
What will happen next

At last!! My text tone has just rung
A message from afar
My owner has a look of joy
Hurrah, hurraah, hurraaaah

Oh dear, oh dear, I’m in a fix
My energy is spent
I feel all sad and sombre
To the charger I’ve been sent

What a day, oh what stress
The things he’s made me see
Onemana’s only for the birds
Not a little thing like me

Dedicated to my Darling Grandson Calvin