My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog
“Oh no,” Mortimer T Gorilla said with a moan
Into the river he had dropped his I-Phone
Which he needed for his work delivering bananas for Mr. McCone
Who considered Morty an inane drone.
X
“I need rice!” Morty said in a desperate cry.
“Not going to work,” his wife Matilda told him “that’s an old lie”
“You can’t save it, don't even try.
“Go to the Verizon store at the tree mall where another IPhone you will buy.”
X
Morty arrived and was ordered to take a number
Morty waited so long he thought he would miss his December slumber
And the only refreshments were tasteless cucumbers
Finally Morty was called and walked with what could only be described as a lumber
X
Morty sat across from salesman Lee
Hoping he was the 200th gorilla buyer and it would be free
Lee shattered Morty’s hopes telling him the expensive fee
Leaving Morty worried he would have to take out a second mortgage on the tree.
X
As the sales man began Morty grew red in the face
As he was told he needed a protective case
A glass cover to protect the screen if the phone is dropped from outer space
And insurance because the cases suck and you often have to replace
X
“Why do I need insurance and protective cases?” Morty wondered aloud
Lee continued: “And you have to pay for roaming, surfing, and extra space in the cloud.”
“You need to pay for earbuds and an adaptor for talking in the crowd,”
“And you need to pay for roaming so texts will be allowed.”
X
Lee would soon regret what he said
On a day he would be better off not getting out of bed
By overcharging a gorilla he went to where only fools tred
And he learned if you dicker with a gorilla they will rip off your head
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