An awful thing had happened to me
Today before just nine;
In turns it was eleven and eleven-to-three
But I woke up just fine.
You were in New York and I had to call
The details are a blur;
And we balanced, walked a crumbling wall
To avoid a prickly burr.
Now my phone was acting up
I threw it on the ground!
The battery and face broke right up
Neatly in a mound.
I swore up and down the pedigree
Of Google's phones was bad;
And awaking found it next to me
An HTC I had.
Last I recall us on the beach
In a town Victorian;
But you were there and out of reach
In New York again!
I was waiting for my old good friend
To Skype you from the bar
But his laptop was at the other end
He'd left it in his car!
I awoke asleep to wake again
A diff'rent time each time;
I know now before ten a.m.
Napping is a crime!
An Awful Thing