FOR CARRY ON TUESDAY
COUNTING TO TEN DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK
‘It was a wrong number that started it.
The telephone ringing three times in the night.’
It was the right decision that ended it.
I counted to ten, and switched on the light.
I answered the phone to a foreign voice.
‘I can’t understand a word you are saying.’
I kept the line open; my language was choice.
‘It’s a … long-distance … call … … … and you are … paying!’
I like the rhyming. Very deft.
ReplyDelete:D. Long distance economics!
ReplyDeleteLast line spread a grin on my face, Thank you for that!
ReplyDeleteGreat rhythm in this, and I loved the humour.
ReplyDeleteThanks to:
ReplyDeleteMissy; It's good to talk.
Julia; Poetic justice...?
Jeeves; Not on my bill...
Swapnap; You can fill in the blanks - in any language; it all works the same.
Anthony; Funny now - at the time...
I loved this one. Very funny and the rhythm and rhyme are perfect.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jane; don't you just hate it when that happens?
ReplyDeleteLove it. So refreshing to find some poetry that rhymes.
ReplyDeleteI like your short poems too, packed with meaning.
Loved that ending!
ReplyDeleteknife's edge
lol
ReplyDeletegood one!!!
smiles,
gotta like this one. but next time I call don't hang up the @%^*^*^^#@##@**^&*^^##@
ReplyDeletephone. I was coming to town for that beer and I had to drink alone...again
Thanks to:
ReplyDeleteSarah; rhyme and reason.
Gautami; It still happens...
Jessie; You gotta let them know...
Old Grizz; Sorry...I fell asleep at the airport.
Cool banana's!
ReplyDeleteThanks Andy; My trombone - I'll call the tune...
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