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There was a witch named Mary Fitch
that had an awful itch
to ditch her old phone
for the latest smartphone.
The sales person had given her a pitch
to switch
it did not matter which.
She had twitched
flinched
at getting a loan,
but she wanted to make the phone her own.
She was not rich,
hated to spend a lot of money;
it had not been funny
if there had been a glitch
in the phone which
would not have been,
yet she understood.
She had been bewitched,
broke the itch, ditched
switched.
She wasn't rich,
but she felt rich
with her new smartphone
that was her very own.
10/14/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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