Treasure Island

Donal Mahoney


Rotary Dialers in a Cell Phone World


When rabbis dance an Irish jig
and Trappist monks eat matzoh balls,

cell phone people will realize
rotary dialers aren't always

'on the wrong side of history'
even if this ancient tribe

balks at any kind of change
and grumbles when they spot

men with earrings or
women with tattoos.

'Not that there's anything wrong
with that, ' Jerry Seinfeld might

have said but rotary dialers have
never been Seinfeld's biggest fans.

Lawrence Welk is still their man.
But rotary dialers do their best

to stay abreast of fashion
if they can't avoid it.

They want to prove they're not
'on the wrong side of history.'

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014

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