The Mobile Phone – A Shakespearean Sonnet

A modern miss with all her wares displayed,
my darling has a svelte and slender frame,
she is so chic in skin-tight purple suede,
I fondle her in public without shame.

I often press her buttons to arouse
that soft electric glow that lights her dial.
She satisfies my urgent need to browse –
my thumbs caress her belly all the while,

but my compulsive texting leaves her flat,
her face goes blank just when I need her most,
I dread the warning light that tells me that
she’ll be asleep before I’ve sent my post.

I feel so disconnected and alone,
recharging my beloved mobile phone.

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