Watching Mobile on the Thunder-Box!

Oh, the mobile phone, and the modern throne,

That people now take with them alone,

Into the loo where they sit and moan,

Forgetting others might have to atone.

They scroll and swipe, and tap away,

On apps and games they want to play,

And while they’re lost in this digital fray,

They forget they’re not the only one to stay.

For in the queue, outside the door,

There are others waiting to explore,

The porcelain throne they so adore,

But alas, they have to wait some more.

And why do they sit for so long,

On this seat that they know is wrong,

Without a care for time or throng,

Their focus on their mobile phone.

They read and type, and laugh and cry,

As if the loo is their only ally,

And they cannot leave until they try,

Every single thing they want to buy.

But in the end, they have to go,

And leave their phone, their constant beau,

And join the queue with a heavy flow,

Wondering why they took so long, you know.

So next time you’re in the loo,

And your mobile phone is calling you,

Remember there are others too,

And they’d like to use the loo, just like you.

Guchi.