My first smart phone..

It’s new and sleek

There is an element of mystique

It’s called the tipo

My new beau

 As I fiddle with the screen

I can’t help creating a scene

Someone gets a call from me

They feel I am on some spree

Typing while on a chat

Is still a balancing act

Trying to find what I need

My fingers impede

Downloading the apps

Adding new feathers to my cap

There is a long way to go

Before I become a maestro