I run my finger along the screen

And weigh it carefully in my hand.

I blink twice, then three times,

Oh isn’t it grand?

Little Suzie reaches over

To touch the shinning glass,

Her face is so fascinated

I could see that she was bask.

“Stop It!” I cry,

Because I don’t want it broke.

I turn my back away from her

And I think I might choke.

There is a greasy little smudge

About a centimeter both ways

I run from little Suzie

As my eyes begin to haze.

“It is only a phone!”

She yells from behind.

But I know she’d feel the same way

If it were hers and not mine.



Then I decide to test it out

Headed towards the street to give it a shot,

Cause, what’s the point of having a phone

If you can’t show it off?

I hold it up to my ear

And begin a fake laughter,

I guess it isn’t good enough

Cause this is a disaster.

No one is walking by

So I will call my friends instead

First Mary, then Kate, then Bob

And maybe even Fred.

None of them have latest model

That can talk and email at the same time

All of their phones are like little toys,

Where as mine is definitely prime.



When I realize they wont answer

It must be that they’re jealous.

What lousy friends they are

They think they always wear a pelisse.

Well I will show them,

Now it is my turn to be better.

Just because my phone is superior

Doesn’t mean they will keep me on a fetter.

So I decide to walk home,

With my head held very high.

No one is as cool as I am

There is no way you can vie.

“Mother I am home!”

I yell as I come in.

“Young lady we need to talk.”

My father’s patience sounds very thin.

“What is this?” he asks

As I enter the room.

I lean in close to see the paper.

Oh man, I am doomed.

My face must have turned pink

Because he said it again.

“Your phone bill has arrived.”

I pause “Arrived when?”

“Does it matter when?” he growls

Now I have to think of how to stall.

I look at my phone, and back to him.

“Um… I think I am getting a call.”