Some witless drone
with neither the sense
nor the courtesy to flag
the possibility he/she
is dialling a wrong number
for a fax
keeps tying up our
land line causing
gravely vexatious upset
to our toy poodle
innocently attempting
to doze
in his little bed
beside our breakfast table.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Kindly Cease
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Poetry
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