Nuisance Calls
A girl on my bus sends texts from her phone;
She does it without any limit.
And seems oblivious as passengers moan,
When the wretched thing chirps every minute.
I’d love to grab it and bin it…
For Natalie's contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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