What Would Ma Bell Say

Brouhaha brewing, my Jezebel comes home glowing;
Football game in progress, but she has gossip to spend. 
Curious winds blustering, in rare decibels growing,
posthaste, I speed dial her garrulous second best friend.
Handing Jez my phone, I finish the game without knowing.

Modern day courier of gossip, secrets and tears
smart phones qualify as second best friend, for teen girls.
Facetime calls overloaded with eyes, mouths and ears.
Conversations take on life, female character unfurls;
compared to old party lines, much has improved through the years.

November 19, 2020

contest:  Quintain-Sicilian 
sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kauffman Avatar
December 10, 2020 at 11:07 AM
Truth spoken in your poetic lines, Reason! Do you remember party lines? Congratulations on your win!
Poteet Avatar
December 15, 2020 at 4:22 AM
Thanks, Sam for your interaction. At age 77, yes I do remember vaguely being on a party line...Just found this on the internet. "Party lines carried on well into the 70s, but the technology was deemed “a victim of progress” but the last party line was not phased out until 1991 in Woodbury, Connecticut. And, Illinois State University terminated its last party line in 1990."
Allison Avatar
December 9, 2020 at 2:58 PM
many congrats on your win Reason:-) hugs Jan xx
Poteet Avatar
December 15, 2020 at 4:23 AM
thanks, Jan. Merry Christmas
Pinet Avatar
December 9, 2020 at 8:38 AM
Congratulations Reason, your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest, well done my friend, Emile.
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December 9, 2020 at 9:10 AM
Thanks, Emile, I welcome your commendation
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