Proud Mobile Telephone

There was once a proud mobile telephone She could hide when a shabby customer came “Tell that one I have gone on trip” Another one comes “Inform your man I’m still resting” Another comes “For me I want only my relatives” Time rolled on like a ball Then time so dear went for sabbatical leave The proud mobile telephone grew old Hair was grey, eyelashes vanished And skin became wrinkled Her teeth became yellow with age The back became bent Then the cry, “Tell anyone to come I am ready.”