We are asked to write a poem or a flash 55 on the prompt... OURS IS...
THE PHONE
From the 'lovers tin can'
and the electric telegraph
the telephone emerged
and forged a new path
Now heard across the miles
and over distant lands
phones are voice activated
'look Ma no hands'
still I have to ponder
in a wide eyed sort of way
what AG Bell and Watson
would think of phones today
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B