The bright glare comes off of the screen,
A complex thing that’s complex won’t be seen.
Protected in a compact plastic cover,
So complex you might of thought it could hover.
Inside a multitude of storage,
Stores the things you forage,
From the World Wide Web.

What is it?
An iPhone.


  1. Hey how’s it going love the contest, but I hate iPhones their garbage and so are macs. They MUST BE DESTROYED!!!!