Phone moans.

My first poem from the year. Came about after receiving  what seemed like millions of the same message on FB messenger. By people who really cant be bothered to write their own.
You may have got one yourself.
Anyway I decided to take apart when was written. And write my own. Maybe it will be sent next new years eve to your phone. In which case I am sorry.




Oh dear the internets busy
Because you are drunk from the fizzy
In case you forgot,...
because you are a clot
I don't do new years you old dizzy

I hate having posts from your phones
It gives me a case of the moans
I makes me feel that
I wouldn't send tat
for my friends I know would disown.

This messenger texts are detached
The message for me isn't matched
Its like you don't know
the real me just ago
Its like the using bricks for a thatch.

Its not like I know you don't care
But it really does cause me dispair
I would rather you wrote
A simple quick note
Saying Happy new years eve you old mare.