it was a monday morning
Time for laundry to be done
Half asleep wilt the program set
I loaded up the drum
Setting it off it starts to fill
And then it will rotate
I make myself a cup of tea
But my phone I can't locate
I searched everywhere, like all blokes do
Couldn't think where it might be
Upstairs , downstairs, in the fridge
Then this thought just dawned on me
A banging noise from the machine
As it washed at 40 degrees
I could see my phone tumbling around
Now feeling weak around the knees
Thinking of what I had done
Stupidity, never mind the cost
And as the program started to spin
My phone , I knew was lost
With heavy heart I opened the door
It won't make anymore calls
There lie my gleaming Samsung S20
Resting quietly among the smalls
But much to my surprise and shock
The screen lit up and showed the clock1
I took it out and checked the weather
No clouds, it was all day sunny
And better still was the thought
It wouldn't cost me any money
So Iphone or android, which is best
Well if you could see my face
As i caressed my gleaming Samsung
Say no more, I rest my case
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Enjoyed this read Keith. Thank you
Oh the fear! Fantastic it still works and a fantastic poem. 😂
😀 Wonderful! I know those feelings well... Your mobile was more 'mobile' than you intended.