The App Trap

As Maid Marian strolled past a Major Oak tree

Up, pon a branch, she saw Robin of Locksley

He in his long green stockings and pointy hat

Was fussing and fuming, downloading an app

 

His devise had been registering a blank screen

Making him more irritated than she’d ever seen

When Little John offered to give him a hand

The look he received was frustratingly bland

 

Problematically, Merry Men were in a dead zone

Unable to get signals from EE, 02 or Vodapone

All then having decided to put a wrap on the app          

Before this app trap created an R Locksley snap

 

With his world of technology having hit a plateau

Robin's declared cell-phones as a no-show gizmo

Once again he has returned to message by arrow

It being from his long bow, all messages now flow