I’ve had
a few now in my life,
Some are
happy. Some cause strife,
Most are
merely info passed,
With
something someone wants broadcast,
A quick, efficient
way to snoop,
By asking
questions in your group,
I’m sure
you’ve guessed by now, my friends
I’m
talking ‘bout the texts we send…
My
son-in-law first showed me how,
Soon chatting
was the cat’s meow,
So easy
just to type, then send,
No time
on “How are you’s” to spend,
Just to
the meat and then it’s done,
Of
conversation, there is none,
Don’t get
me wrong, I like to talk,
While we
sit, or take a walk,
But
sometimes all you need’s a phrase,
To inform
or to liaise…
But I’ll
stop there, you’ve had enough,
I’ll get
to more important stuff,
The
question asked, I’ll answer next
What has
been my favourite text?
There’ve
been so many, long and short,
Some make
my cry, some make me snort,
Yes, I
would have to say that’s hard,
Perhaps I’ll
leave it to The Bard,
For ‘brief’
and ‘clever’ are a hit,
And: ‘Brevity
is the soul of wit!’
Karen asks, "Write for me, please?"
We write because we like to please!
And we love her, you know that’s true,
So this is what we writers do . . .
We craft a poem based on a theme,
With pencils, sharp, and eyes agleam,
Each month we write and have such fun
We can't wait for another one,
With TEXTS this month, how did I do?
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