Twas the night before release, and all through apple stores,
Not a creature was sturring, as they waited at the doors.
On tables and shelves the staff waited to see,
The faces of Apple users streaming with glee.
Which would be more popular? They all made a fuss.
Would we sell out the six first, or the six plus?
The doors finally opened, when in came the crowd.
The store, once quiet, was bustling loud.
The shelves now empty, where phones once sat.
The IPhone 6 plus sold out in 20 minutes flat.
Ioana came near, round her lunch hour.
As she saw the dismay, her feelings became sour.
"Oh no!" She cried, "The phones are sold out!"
But alas, dear Ioana, no reason to pout.
From behind the counter, a gentle jolly man came.
With a box, with a bow, printed on 'twas her name.
With cheer and her phone, she heard, but the man no where in sight:
"Many IPhones to all, and to all a good night!"
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