Oh why is it that when i'm alone And happy to be it is then that the phone Interupts my peaceful thoughts Of daisies wafting in the breeze Of camels in the desert Of whales in the seas But as the phone rings i remember the things That frustrate me and make me come out of my dreams Such as smog burdened cities And mud coloured streams And traffic And murder And cutting down trees So i get up from the couch And i pick up yhe phone And i shout down the line There's no-one at home!
Reason for writing:
The reason i wrote this poem was because i love writing poems in my spare time and i had some spare time. Nothing really inspired me, i just decided to write about a phone.
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