In the Eu

Just before the butler tried to phone My mobile leaped into its dead Flight Mode Alas it never gives me mobile groans I could have hit it with a brick or stone I might have to depend more on Morse Code When the landlord tries to use my phone I was quiet as I sat here alone Is my problem long or is it broad? Ghosts suborned , why utter mobile groans? The music of the heart is never gone Keats was once inspired to write an Ode In the EU will I have no phone? Why will God not get one of his own? A Grecian Urn, a teapot,a new loaf Nothing ever blathers mobile groans Why not hide while watching a strange Toad? Frogs play dead when cats spy watery homes Just before dictators try to phone My mouth gapes and out fly the words I loath.