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For Whom the Cell Tolls

I often leave my phone when I go out.
I love the sense of freedom that it brings.
There’s no one knows my whereabouts or route.
I needn’t panic every time it rings.

But what about emergencies? folks say.
A fall, a crash, a cut, a broken bone?
Yes, misadventures happen every day—
Especially to people on the phone.

Bloomin’ Wordsworth

It’s Wordsworth’s fault I have to chew
My tongue and never mention rhyme,
When workmates ask me what I do
Outside of work to pass the time,
’Cos everybody, as a rule,
Reads Wordsworth’s “Daffodils” at school.

So everybody still believes
That poets skip about the hills,
And rhapsodize about the leaves
And clouds and lakes and daffodils.
Till now I’ve had a decent rap,
But praising flowers? What a sap!