We've returned to the States, there's a new term, "rebates"
We can't wait to run to the store.
We've heard all about them, the new, chic must have item
Nokia, Sanyo, and more.
We strapped in our boys, the car seat annoys,
The young one is only but three.
We talk all the way, excitement, hurray
The aim is to look, just to see.
The oldest is eight, he thinks its just great
To get calls from a tall tower
We can move all around, hope the connection is sound
Remember, to keep it full power.
We walked down the mall, with a bag and a ball
Something for the man and the boys
Our shopping was through, we ran, no, we flew
To get home to play with the toys.
Our Pappa to call, amid bouncy ball
To see if we're in the right zone,
Across the long miles, with great cheesy smiles,
We talked on our new Cellaphone.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem that contains at least one word you've created or changed in such a way your spellchecker tells you it's wrong.
Maximum 20 lines. No restrictions on form, rhyme, style, format, or bells and whistles. A quick, cheap one as my gift to everyone here for Winter Solstice. |
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