The telephone rang in my office to-day,
as it often has tinkled before.
I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,
for a telephone call is a bore;
And I thought, 'It is somebody wanting to know
the distance from here to Pekin.'
In a tone that was gruff I shouted 'Hello,'
a sign for the talk to begin.
'What is it?' I asked in a terrible way.
I was huffy, to tell you the truth,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem