Popping In Popping Out (Fun Poem 16)

I got on messenger to have a chat, with a friend across the sea, but all they could see, was me popping in and out, like a jack-in-the-box. One minute I was there, the next I was gone. Like the magician’s magic, of now you see me, now you don’t. Have you ever tried, to hold a conversation? Ooops I’ve popped out and in again. My eyes are going perpendicular, watching myself disappear, and moments later reappear, with a message hanging in midair. The more it did it, the more frustrated I became. There, I’ve popped out again. With the twinkling of an eye, I was back again. It nearly drove me crazy, acting like a bouncing ball. In the end, we called it quits, and folks that is all.