A Sonnet to Express My Current State
Today I left my phone upon my bed
Right now it sits alone, abandoned there
I couldn't hear the pleas it prob'ly said
While I was standing near, straightening my hair.
"Your outfit has no pockets!" cried my phone,
"You seal my fate by setting me down here!"
But I was singing Heart's great song "Alone,"
And now I sit at work, immersed in fear.
For I may get a text, a call, a date
And I won't know 'till it is far too late.
(Yes, I may be missing some lines to make this a structurally sound sonnet, but I don't care at all. Well, I care enough to make this disclaimer.)
Update: Nikki was right--I only missed one text, and it was from the daily automated coupon people. Oh, and I not only forgot my phone today, but I also forgot my keys and left my aforementioned straightener on. I nearly burned a hole in my tea cozy*!
*my monogrammed shower wrap