“Bear with me…” she quothed.
I seethed inside, but, kept my outward calm.
With her mobile jammed against her head,
its radio-waves slowly mushing her failing brain,
She warbled on about some unimportant – to me – trifle.
“Bear with me…” once more, to me.
I frothed within, but kept my outward calm.
With her mobile burrowing into her ear,
Its microwaves slowly cooking her, already tenderised, brain,
She waffled on about some insignificant – to me – detail.
“Bear with me…” Again! Me:
I crumbled within, my outward calm dissolving rapidly.
With her mobile inserted where the sun don’t shine,
It’s tuneful ring-tone slowly serenading her lower colon,
She wimpered on about some impatient – who, me? – old, busy body