A pick-up

A pick-up set. 

An edict from your queen

For my prom set, the songs we could
Have played, and one we did.
Or, maybe I misunderstood
The rules, god forbid.

Call me at nine, OK?

My little phone isn't the state of the art.
It can't download any apps.
The poor piddly thing just isn't that smart
For any of that kind of crap.

But the reason I keep it, why it's best of all:
No matter where, I can still make a call.

A hill to climb at nine

I know I should have worked on the set more. See,
I got distracted by turning forty.