Mobile Phone Poem by steve stirk

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! !