Lament of a forgotten phone

 
I'm Helen's phone
Woe is me
The family went on holiday to the sea
Forgot and left me all alone
On the kitchen table at home
Oh, the messages I could of sent
The pictures I could of took
Mistress will instead have to read a book
Not being in her ass pocket is such a torment
And I need plugging in - down to ten percent!
I miss her tapping on my screen
In her hand is where I should of been
Her husky drawl breathing on my microphone
Ah, yes, I should of known
This girl is often prone
Would even forget her head if not sewn on!
I'm Helen's phone
Woe is me
Come home soon, I'm out of battery!