To My Cellphone (broken)

[sir_alex]

Well, my cellphone broke, so I wrote this for it! Ratings please!;)

Inside my pocket
An item, behold;
Whose use would have been a mystery
To those in ye land of old.

It’s smooth and sleek, its cover blue
With buttons on the side.
What secrets lie within
Its mystifying hide?

It listens to my messages
It listens when I speak
It talks to me, it lets me know,
When its battery is weak.

Alas, regrettably,
Your warring days are over
A colonel you once were, my friend,
But the enemy’s blown your cover.

You were once a key leader
In the battle of sand and wheat,
But now, poor soul, you’re the second-in-command
In the army of defeat

So in such prose, I bid farewell,
To this poor bedridden beast
You stayed for long, you worked like hell
I’ll see you at the feast.