Slice of Silas

iPad

Silas Stone sat,
He was too mad to play,
His iPad was taken,
What a sad, sad, sad day.

No gadgets to use,
No screens he could touch,
With what could he play?
Tons of toys, yet, not much.

Perhaps go outside?
"No," dad says, "it's too hot."
Maybe a snack,
"No," mom says, "you've eaten a lot."

Woe to Silas Stone,
What could he do?
He thought as he sat,
Waiting for a poo.

Oh what would he do,
But wait — look there!
The iPad has charged,
Thus ending his despair.