My Cellphone Rang
5 March, 2003
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Everytime my cell phone rings
A little melody it plays
It wouldn't be so bad at all
But in my head it stays and stays
Even long well after
Five minutes sometimes ten
I still hear the little melody
I wish my ears I could defend
Maybe if it was a lower pitch
The continuing sound would cease
Then maybe that little melody
From my head, it would release
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Martin Vann (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, March 6 2003, 04:10 pm|
A real life poem about our way of life. Cell phones can be a real pain especially, when I bust my butt to find it, pick it up and say hell-O, and someone asks for Suzie, and I never heard of her.
Now, on the other hand, what if, it never rang at all?
Perhaps your right, all you need to do, is change your tune, I have been told that Many times!
|lasohnda harris (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, March 6 2003, 06:17 pm|
this was an very creative poem that I liked keep writing
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