Ipoet
I write prose and verse, when working alone
Scribe down my fine lines, upon an (iPhone)
Pleasantly reciting, obscure musings aloud
Either from memory, or the all seeing (iCloud)
One way or another, things sometimes go bad
When cells deplete, quick change to an (iPad)
Perch it upon a ridge, of my well toned six pac
And if that goes flat, unleash big guns (iMac)
Which gets me frisky, perhaps a little too much
I call Hey Siri! have you seen my (iPod touch)
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2021
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