Curse On A Cold Caller Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Curse On A Cold Caller
May your platitudes strangle your danglers
May your company suffer forecloses
May your faeces be shaped like a hedgehog
May an elephant trample your roses
May moths decimate your whole wardrobe
May the tax man disorder your year
In short Mr Ratty Cold Caller
May the phone line explode in your ear
Friday, August 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: phone
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