Text me a poem

When I changed cell phone providers, I told them I did NOT want text messages, I loathe and despise text messages, and I do not want to receive them atallatall.
So, who do I get text messages from? From my cell phone provider!!

And why am I telling you this? Because Ella, at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads has suggested we write a texted poem, in text language, and has provided links to text language and text slang for old fuddy-duddies like the unfittie here.

Sigh.

Something like this?

rmo rmo, wrfr rt th rmo?


jlt jlt, ndr yr wndw, jlt

or maybe

by shr gtch gm 
by shng bg C wtr 
std wgwm v nkms
dtr v mn nkms
drk bhnd rz 4st
rz blk n glmy pn trz
rz frz w cns upn m
brt b4 it bt wtr
bt clr n snny wtr
bt shng bg C wtr

But no, that's 173 characters and texting only allows 140.

Several, if not most, playwrights and poets would be out of business if they were confined to texting.

The Beatles, on the other hand, might have done quite well.

lv lv me do u no i lv u ill lwys b tru so plz lv me do (54 characters)
and it's still not too long even if I add a few more syllables:

lv lv me do u no i lv u ill lwys b tru so plee ee ee ee eez lv me do oo (71)

Maybe I should check out those links Ella provided, or maybe I'll quit while I'm ahead. If I take up texting in addition to e-mail, Facebook and blogging, my husband might just leave, and I'm afraid he'd take the dog.
Knew I should have quit while I was ahead. Realized I said "Elvis" instead of The Beatles. Showing my age. It's that kind of day. I put a load of laundry into the washer and, when it stopped, I put the clothes into the dryer. Then I looked around rather blankly, and proceeded to take the just-washed laundry out of the dryer and put it all back into the washer. One of those days.