A sonnet based on an unfortunately factual experience..
I had hoped that you'd refrain from texting when I ignored all eighty-seven calls. Yet, this strange occurrence seems perplexing because you haven't given up at all.
I have to keep my phone on constant charge since the constant calls deplete its power. Why can't you send a letter, note, or card instead of texting by the hour?
My friends and family call throughout the week but they only get a busy dial. Is this your creative courting technique? Well, perhaps it's time to change your style.
So here's a warning: when you go to jail please don't waste your call to hear my voicemail.
lolz! I loved this. Excellent use of story telling. I was kind of hoping it might be a bit longer because I felt there is more of the story to tell but I believe that doing so might throw the poem into horror instead of humor.
Hahahaha :) I really, really like this. I don't know if you have a legit stalker or not, but I really do like this. :) The back board of humor, and the foundation of cleverness, and thought hold this thing up successfully :D