Preteen Pretext (Phoning’s Cool for Middle School)
She really never is alone.
It beeps and jitters day and night,
Emitting tiny bluish light.
One-liner messages appear
That make her grin from ear to ear.
The rock star with the best perfume;
Such weighty matters cause her thrill
And elevate our monthly bill.
For we have never come to blows.
I never have to raise my voice,
Because I have a high-tech choice.
I exhale with a weighty sigh.
Like every modern mom who cares,
I simply telephone upstairs.
I simply text her, asking “Please!”
No alibis or missing word,
Because it’s clear that she has heard.
To visit friends, both far and wide,
Her curfew’s easy to enforce
With her new cellular resource.
While helping her feel grandiose.
If separation e’er occurs,
My speed-dial links my heart to hers.
Convenient, easy, with no doubt.
Yes, certainly, they have their place.
But can’t we talk once, face to face?
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