je t’aime, apple

Once upon a time,
A woman went to France.
She wandered through some markets.
Through Notre Dame she pranced.

One very fateful evening
She came upon Musée de’Orsay.
Although she loved the artwork,
Her night ended in dismay.

“My iPhone six!” she cried
As she scrambled though her purse.
“I must have left it at the museum,
Why, nothing could be worse!”

Back to the Musée she traveled
Beneath the Parisian moon.
But alas, the phone was gone.
Her trip was now in ruin.

She relaxed a bit by morning
And went to a class to cook.
She ate some delicious duck
And gave fromage a loving look.

Suddenly she heard a voice.
“Pardon me, but we have a call.
Someone found phone
Outside Musée d’Orsay’s wall.”

The woman shrieked with glee.
The world was truly nice!
She rushed to the museum
And asked for her device.

“There is no phone here”
Growled the Parisian employees,
“Leave the Musée at once
Before we call the police.”

The woman’s heart sank
Like the Titanic ship.
She did not want to continue
Musée-hopping on this trip.

She tried to lift her spirits
And went to look at some Monet,
When her friend’s phone began to buzz
And she heard the friend’s voice say,

“Yes, that is her phone!
Merci, merci so much!
We can pick it up tomorrow.
So glad you were in touch.”

The iPhone acquirer lived
In a town outside the city.
Her house had a lovely garden.
It really was quite pretty.

She greeted the Americans
In her native español,
And served them coffee and almonds
In tiny ceramic bowls.

“Would you like to see a castle?”
She gave the women a ride.
They took pictures with their phones
And admired the view outside.

“What a nice adventure,
To suddenly engulf me.”
The woman grabbed her phone
And took a castle selfie.