Cell Phone

What is that metal and plastic piece that rings an eerie tone
Of Old MacDonald had a Farm and known as a cell phone?

So many small and numbered words they're very hard to see
When one has just celebrated birthday eighty-three.

It seems to be a troubled toy for one so old in time
As fingers pointing right, left and curled can't punch that number nine.

And when by chance they do connect with one of the possibilities
I never get the operator to ask what number please?

The days of using hand cranked phones and rotary dialed ones too
Are not believed by younger folks but I swear my story's true.

Would they believe in younger day, two cans by string were joined together
And ear to can two kids did talk, our phones did not need power.

And now I hear the ringing of Old MacDonald had a Farm
and I don't know where the phone is and we are at the baaing of the lamb.

I grab my cane and glasses, turn my hearing aid to loudest
I love a game of hide and seek, by gees I think I've found it.

I'll punch a button, maybe two or three and hope I hear hello
Because I am awfully darned tired of that E I E I O.

Lynn
Adult