Unbidden Answer to Cellular Message
The telephone is ringing, dear
You answer it; I'm on the toilet
It's probably a musketeer
I wouldn't want to soil it.
The doorbell chimes, my honey
Could you get it? I'm indisposed.
It's that horse that wants our money
Must we pay him? I'm opposed.
An email, darling, just arrived
"You've got mail!"makes me queasy.
I'm sure those spammers have contrived
Items both wholesome and sleazy.
A fax has just come in, my dear
You read it; it looks like a scam.
It's surely from that Nordic skier
The one who's prone to call you "m'am"
An SMS for you, my sweet
And a PMS for you, dear
With acronyms we all might cheat,
The FedEx guy--he's here
It's an overnight letter; please sign for it kitten.
Can you? My wrist is still sprained
Okay, but you know, one day I was smitten
With goods that his package contained
A carrier pigeon has alit on the lawn;
Catch it, my love; I'm too slow
No doubt it's a message from Yoko and Sean
Inviting me to some new show
A singing telegram now croons, do bend your ear m'dear
It's one of those old jukebox tunes
To my eye it brings a tear
Contributors: | Nym, F, rings, tonedeaf, Francine, tonedeaf (td), what the hell's an SMS?, Kansas Sam, td, Dassn't Say, P, Larry Brennan. |
Poem finished: | 29th July 2003. |