iPhone Carole

Joy to the world, the iPhone’s here
Of coolness we shall sing.
Let shopping carte prepare some room,
make way for consumer boom.
For a phone that does great things,
Has a thousand clips and rings,
A touch screen that’s fit,
that’s fit for Kings.
Joy is deferred, the masses sigh;
Our plan’s not A-T-T.
And if we have to change plans soon,
in order to download iTunes,
Friends in-network won’t be free,
Calls on Metro we won’t see,
And we’ll pay damn early termination fees.