There was a young Skeleton
Called Annabel Jones
Who was always stealing
Mobile Phones

It did not matter
Day or night
From peoples pockets
They did alite

For she could sneak
Up as quiet as death
Like all those murderers
In McBeth

But she usually stole
From the beach
And here's a lesson
That we must teach

She stole from clothes
Lieing on the ground
Whilst their owners
Swam and splashed around

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Until one day
She met her end
As a text she tried
To send

She text as she ran
Inland like a demon
Not looking she fell
Over a merchant Sieman

She fell with a Wap
Into many small pieces
And a doctor declared
She had deceases

So they picked her up
From all over the station
And sent her away
For cremation

And as she burnt up
All the countries phones
Continually played
Their most annoying ringtones

Later over drinks
People discussed her ways
Good points and bad
But this everyone says

She was the best
You could not Nokia
She was the best
At phone pick-pokia