Petrarchan Sonnet

I must confess a yearning for my phone
desire that is bordering on lust
and though it gives me news I do not trust
and I no longer use its ringing tone
if I can't find it, I will hiss and moan
location service being quite robust
I find it quickly, as I feel I must
and check it yet again, when on my throne

a sonnet to the phone, I surely jest?
(and written on the phone as well, to boot)
Petrarca must be rolling in his grave
at least it's not blank verse, that's for the best
the phone, it has become the poet's lute
and sonnets celebrate that which you crave

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2793912-Modern-Petrarchan-Sonnet Petrarchan Sonnet