The telephone is melting
The wife's been on all day;
I need to get a call made
But don't know how to say.
How can I gently hint at
My need, without offence?
I see the eyes, that steely stare,
The pressure is immense.
I could go to the call-box
But out, it's pouring down,
And anyway, why should I?
Oh come on Mrs Brown!
Still open lies the phone-book
Which she don't really need,
She knows the numbers off by heart
And whacks them in at speed.
By now I feel a victim
I glance, and she's on still;
I'd only be five minutes,
And, Hey, I pay the bill!
But even so she natters on
As if next week will do,
So I make for the kitchen
To have yet another brew.
Then just as I am leaving,
My eyes a 'bulge and red,
It's then she hands it over, and guess what?
The battery's dead.
You must live at my house! Same exact situation over here my friend... funny how some things are the same 'round the globe! Good one.
Hi John really enjoyed reading this also very glad i m not alone it s good to laugh at those frustrating things that bug us in everyday life Thanks for your kind comments on my poems
Thank God-I am not alone with this problem.Hilarious and vexing, a real fun write which I really enjoyed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol that's a good funny poem!