My big red phone box travels far
They gave it me on loan
Installed into my mini car
This massive mobile phone
They didn't have no 'flip-tops' spare
This big one's such a pain
Friends use theirs without a care
I need a bloody crane
It doesn't get a signal much
It seems I now require
A coin box to keep in touch
And ninety miles of wire
No 'apps' or screen or internet
Or different ringing tone
Two tons of steel is what I get
With big black bakelite phone
Heavier when the box is full
And difficult to hear
It isn't really portable
When put close to the ear
If I drive past, and you need proof
Beyond the rhyme that's shown
That big red tower stuck out the roof
Is me, I'm on the phone! !
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Well, you'll never lose it! Fun one!