….there lived a girl with a phone of glass.
Her life was not easy,
but she dropped it without fail many times.
Her phone had taken its beating enough,
The day of its breaking was upon us.
She went about her day as usual
But the clouds did brew in the sky
As trouble would soon befall her
And her phone screen would shatter.
This day she returns from lunch
Chitting and chatting with friends
Slip once from her hand
Her phone falls to the ground
And the joyful laugher it ends.
Lessons were learned by the girl that day
If she does not get a case, again for a new screen she will pay.