French Sabbatical

My family's year in France…

Oh, The Places You’ll Go (Day 365 + 18)

July 18, 2011

Saad at OrangeOnce upon in a day or was it several of them,
I went to Orange with my wife (in French that is “femme”).
I went with my wife not to go it alone,
We went to make sense of our cellular phone.

We met a young man with a nice smile, a nice bod,
He gave me his card that said his name, it was Saad.
He wanted to help, he wanted it bad,
Three hours later I think he was mad.

You see, our phones were a mess, wound tight like a clock.
We wanted them free but they wouldn’t unlock.
Saad called up Nokia, he called up his boss.
In the end all he could say was that he’s at a loss.

The phones are the same as they were at the start,
Saad is still nice; in fact, nice, kind and smart.
My wife is concerned ’cause our friend’s in misuse.
And me, all I can do is make rhymes like ol’ Seuss.

I’ve looked for a moral to the day’s repartee,
And decided it rests in trying to be arty.
I’ve written this rhyme in hope of gaining a laugh,
But just like today, I think it’s been a gaff.

Day 18 (18 July 2010) – The Beach

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July 18, 2011 - Posted by | Uncategorized

1 Comment »

  1. Your rhymes are a hoot!
    I can’t follow suit.

    If I could,
    then I would,
    But my rhymes are no good.

    Comment by Kim Davison | July 18, 2011 | Reply


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