Emma's Poem Lost

I wrote a poem about my mule Emma is her name The fact that this is not the one My iPhone is to blame One night while tired and somewhat bored I looked in settings all functions stored Many hidden most quite curious I touched something quite injurious When to Notes Emma’s poem to dwell on There it was and then was gone! Just for a moment all notes appeared Then suddenly disappeared iPhone what the hell did you do Did I ever do anything to you Why discard all my notes and thoughts Leaving me with such a loss Emma’s poem was filled with love Now all I want is to get rid of This evil machine that’s caused me such grief And taken my work like a blasted thief So Emma’s poem is gone forever And I would so finally like to sever My connection to this evil machine That doesn’t really do anything Dante failed to create a place Where Steve Jobs could face his fate A virtual place where you and I Could digitally torment and make him cry Then maybe we could find some peace From iPhone blues and Apple’s Fleece