Ode to a Phone

Ill-fated portable,
How we do mourn thee,
Thou wert a reliable phone.
You never needlessly disconnected,
Nor refused to dial, in a huff,
You were always receptive.
But your Destiny was set
In your make and your model-
Your kind doth not fare well with household chores,
As Lauren has found,
With the garbage and the tile floor,
Just as Bethany found,
With the laundry, and the washing machine.

Rest in Peace, silent friend.