Once upon a time, not too long ago,
I heard a story from a friend, I'm gonna call him Joe.
Joe didn't have the number of our mobile phone,
And for this story, let's all call me Joan.

One day Joe got SMSd but the number said "unknown",
He texted back to get a name, and the reply just said "Joan".
Joe didn't know anyone else by that old-fashioned name,
But since he knew me so well, he thought we were one and the same.

He messaged Joan day and night, with messages quite lewd,
But one day the replies stopped coming and he thought "how rude".
Joe got more and more upset until one Friday night,
He decided to tell tales on me and told others of his replyless plight.

But when he told the story, I was very surprised to hear,
That "I" had been messenging him since way before New Year.
You see, I don't have his number, it isn't even my mobile phone,
It's just a modern-day coincidence, with the other Joan unknown.

I want to know who this other Joan is, in case she steals my life,
With all her text-messagery, she might cause me a ton of strife.
For in this day of tech overload, we're just one number away,
From another random happening that'll cause me to rhyme all day.

You don't want this rhyming to happen, 'cos one day you will run out,
And have to use words that don't fit, like bout, pout and tiling grout.
And you won't be able to think how to end the poem, so you'll decide
To just finish the silly little ditty in the middle of a