THERE’S one app that makes you happy
and one that makes
you wish for more
— and some that make you
want to give it up
and in a carapace you scream for more
so you go and ask Miss Siri
when she’s ten feet tall…

Poor Siri…
when you wish for more
a request befuddles her so!

Some may ask, ‘who’s on first?’
she will say, ‘ correct’
other’s say, ‘Sing me a song’
…‘I could while away the hours’
Siri you could be my mushroom —
if I walked the grassy knoll
and light my rocket if I could walk
the dusty surface of a brightly-Luna

‘And my head I’d be scratching…”
So needing my auto-correcting sword!
‘While my thoughts were busy hatching…’
And I’d go chasing rabbits
— for my sorrowful poor electric-Siri!

‘if I only had a…’
You wait a minute — say no more!

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