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.
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2020
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