For Prose for Thought this week, there follows a true story about how I broke my mobile phone. The moral of the story is; answering your phone at inappropriate times might not be wise, but saying 'I told you so' is never a good idea!
I dropped my phone, which wasn't bright,
Now I dream of a new one day and night,
One with a screen without a crack,
No ugly scratches or dents in the back.
I know I'm a div for dropping the thing,
But I was in Tesco and it started to ring,
I wasn't quite at the front of the queue,
And it might have been someone important, who knew?
So I juggled and wriggled my phone from my bag,
Hubs said; 'Dont drop that!' he's kind of a nag,
Then, in slow motion, it fell to the floor,
I knew it was coming, it's happened before.
I said something ruder, but a bit like; 'Oh blow!',
And Hubs, ill-advisedly said; 'Told you so!'
So now my poor husband has a bruise on his head
And the screen on my phone is officially dead!
Click to read my last poem Remembering Jack for National Poetry Day