Technologically, We’re a Tad Incomplete

Sometimes talking cell-phonically,
There’s a time with no clue
That my co-talker is lost
In a cellphone dead zone.
Naturally, he missed
My cleverest jests
Which I kept spewing
With Shakespearean regularity…
Puns’ Labours Lost, as it were.
So they fell on disconnected ears,
And my remembrance of them…
To repeat them,
Once the circuit was restored
Was milliseconds long
And, therefore, long gone.