Technologically, We’re a Tad Incomplete

Sometimes talking cell-phonically,
There’s a time without clue
That my co-talker’s lost
In a cell phone dead zone.
So, of course, he missed
My cleverest jests,
Which I kept spewing
With Shakespearean regularity…
Puns’ Labours Lost, as it were.
They fell on disconnected ears.
And my remembrance of them,
To repeat them,
Was milliseconds long,
And, therefore, long gone.