My Blackberry and Me
by Bob Grant
My Blackberry is with me all of the time,
Costs less than a Ben but more than a dime.
I am not into iPhones, Tunes, or Pods,
I know with some people that puts me at odds.
My wife wants me to throw it away,
Or burn it in a very large pile of hay.
I run into posts and stumble down stairs,
I talk to myself and generate glares.
I may be possessed or maybe obsessed,
Old kid – new toy – maybe you guessed.
I remember when phones had numbers and dials,
And candy was a nickel in stores with long isles.
I’m not sure how I made it through each day,
Without my Blackberry on which to play.