Timothy Mcguire Poet Rondeau

Down the Drain

I can see you are in a lot of pain
You dropped your cell phone down the storm drain
Tears are welling up, you are about to bawl
Because you can't make a phone call
No chance of you lifting the lid
You couldn't reach it if you did
By now that phone is soaking wet
It is probably ruined and yet
I don't think I've seen anything dumber
When you borrowed a phone to call your number
You heard it ringing ten feet below
In a place where you can't begin to go
I couldn't believe it but it's a fact
You left a message to call yourself back

Down a Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
2/25/19

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P.S. Awtry February 25, 2019 at 10:24 PM O that's funny! Timothy Mcguire February 25, 2019 at 10:58 PM Thank you P.S.

Line Gauthier February 25, 2019 at 9:23 PM Love it, Timothy. A lovely read. I doubt my muse will come up with anything as worthy. Timothy Mcguire February 25, 2019 at 10:59 PM Thank you Line. I am sure will easily come up with something delightful!

Kim Rodrigues February 25, 2019 at 8:22 PM Too funny :)