Opinion
Open Says Me
By Carol Smith
Friday, November 21, 2008
I had to buy a new cell phone
For recently, the one I own
No matter what the time or zone
Had neither ring nor dial tone
So with my Husband Dear in tow
We hoped to buy a phone to go
With numbers big enough that so
I'd need not squint, to read their glow
Our choice, we thought, would be just right
Which though, encased in plastic tight
We still could see, to our delight
Would work just fine, its wrap despite
Its see-through house, which was quite stout
However, seemed to be without
A guide to show the actual route
You take, to get your cell phone out
Though missing an instruction page
I vowed, undaunted I could wage
Sometime before I hit old age
To open this transparent cage
No matter how I pulled or pried
Or what sharp knife or tool I tried
The Vulcan Mind Meld I applied
And still, that damn phone stayed inside
But in the end the deed was done
The castle breeched, the battle won
My scissors were the smoking gun
That made this clear foe come undone
But still, its memory haunts within
Because recycled it has been
It could, like Frankenstein's dark twin
Return to torture me again |
