Open Writing

Mackie, Mackie, Mackie,
How often must I say it?
I tell you every day IT –
A phone is not a bone.

The grey one you chewed
Cannot be renewed.
This one, a present from the boys,
Is not one of their, or your, toys.
You really mustn’t worry it to bits.
There it sits
Talking to itself.
It’s done you no harm.
What’s it’s charm?
Now leave it alone,
Mackie, it’s not a bone.

Think of poor Jo
Who loves you so
But can’t let you spoil
This latest acquisition.
There now, it’s in position,
Leave it. Leave it.
No, don’t retrieve it.

You’re so alert, eyes so bright.
You’re oh so soft, so brown, so white,
Lovely to look at, lovely to touch.
You know very well we enjoy you so much.

BUT, Mack, you have to comprehend
That in the end
This thing you see
Is here for me.
I’m getting cross
And in no mood to bear the loss
Of yet another. It’s no good,
I need to hear its rings.
I need the message it brings.

Look, here’s your old slipper,
Here’s you ball,
So play with those or not at all.

This is something dogs don’t bite
Because, my dear, it’s just not right.
It has no nourishment in-built.
It tastes quite foul from tip to hilt.
For goodness sake please leave it be.
Give me a break.
Look here’s your tea.

We don’t ask much,
Just don’t touch
This gift of love
That’s up above.

Sean will be phased,
Leith will be too.
It is not here for you to chew.

Come here, Mackie,
I’ll say it slowly again.
Now the, let me explain.
This is a phone.
This is a bone.
A phone is not a bone!