#2 Telephone

It all began one fated day
When mobile phones were in demand
Every boy would hope and pray
For one to fall into his hand

In his phone was built with pride
A camera shiny and new
All others phones would sheepishly hide
For photography they could not do

"You call that piece of junk a phone?"
He said with evident glee
"Mine is better in style alone
Yours is primitive scree"

"Well let us have a bet" said I
"To prove your phone is great
There's something I'd like to see you try
Something your phone to emulate"

"Whatever that your phone could do"
He said with a voice so bold
"My phone can do it better than you
For your's is twenty months old!"

"So it's deal?" I coyly said
"No welching on your wager?"
"Of course," said he, with toss of head
"You'd need a miracle major!"

And without warning or slightest doubt
I hurled my phone at the wall
The screen was cracked and bits came out
But I still could make a call

I turned to him and did a cough
T'was his turn to follow
The look on his face was plain enough
He could barely even swallow

"Alright you win. My money you've earned"
He said as he paid his dues
"But if there's ever one thing that I have learned:
Your phone has got nothing to lose"