My Phone's Passe
My phone's passe and so it's slow
Which is annoying, as things go,
But even worse, the weather's wrong;
It gives me temps that don't belong.
My husband's phone says 39.
The radio agrees; not mine.
It told me 61 all day
And on that number it will stay.
My data storage has no room.
I can't take pictures - you'd assume
That it would be a cinch to fix
But yet, I'm stuck with no new pics.
I guess I'll cave and make the switch
And hope the new one has no glitch,
With speed that leaves mine in the dust
And weather I at least can trust.
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