Down the Drain
I can see you are in a lot of pain
You dropped your cell phone down the storm drain
Tears are welling up, you are about to bawl
Because you can't make a phone call
No chance of you lifting the lid
You couldn't reach it if you did
By now that phone is soaking wet
It is probably ruined and yet
I don't think I've seen anything dumber
When you borrowed a phone to call your number
You heard it ringing ten feet below
In a place where you can't begin to go
I couldn't believe it but it's a fact
You left a message to call yourself back
Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
2/25/19
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2019
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