Mark the Second, Mark IV

I got a phone
After a month of cloak
Can’t hold no longer
Thought I’d croak

So what’s the deal
So great, to speak?
What’s in a phone,
Such pride, to seek?

The model ain’t great
Plain Vanilla, the kind
But then you ask
A story, don’t mind

A good half decade
Before “G”s came thrice
Or so I should tell
My communicating device!

It started with hutch
or RPG
It was far in too yester
Its hard, you see

However then,
A postpaid run
The puppy, they claimed,
Loads of fun

WAP and SMS
and tonns o’ tone;
Downloads and stuff
sold on the phone

A wax, a wane
a month of joy,
The puppy and I
How the time did fly

The honeymoon went on
No cons, just pros
A bomb in mail
To pay through my nose

No! I said
I need a check
I’ll pay in the begining
and save my neck

Life went on,
The puppy, naught
But now he was fed
Right in the start

All was cool,
until the groups;
It was, afterall
free for coups!

“Time for change”
I said to me
“unlimited calls,
and its even free!

“I wouldn’t want to miss
Couldn’t sit back;
The puppy is nothing
against the maestro’s track”

Talk all day
Stay in the groove
Talk all night
But talk? to who?

Conference calls
All night yap
With them people
I was almost trapped

The puppy came,
A second rescue
I ran before
My brain got skewed

Changes did come
In time and place
The puppy i held,
In every face

Now so different,
I have no doubt
In the land of dreams
But the dog’s out

Free phone, they say
Free airtime, mate
Forget the puppy
Forget your fate

I got my number
A month’s gone
But (at least) I’m contactable
From night to dawn

Oh! Did i tell you?
In, Outs don’t matter
Its the time that counts
‘When’ you choose to chatter

The nights, they claim
are all just free
But anytime else,
“Oh, Poor me!”

So give me a jingle
Drop by, a voice
And if i don’t pick up
Its the time- bad choice

The globe looks nice
a-t-and-t
But nothing like being followed
By a little puppy!