Gordon Mcconnell Poet Rhyme

One Wrong Number

There I was about to telephone
a friend who used to live next door
he moved away up the country
thought I better before time moves on more

But when I rang the number
I said who was speaking
the person answering sounded so polite
so think I my brain must be leaking

I asked who this person was
she said I am lady of the manor
would you like to visit my estate?
I take it you saw my banner

So I really didn't know what to say
I explained about my friend
oh she said you mean my gardener
I'll call my butler for him I'll send

The butler said he's away today
to visit a friend in the south they say
just then someone rang my bell
when I opened door there was my friend Ray

Ray thought he'd come to visit me
having left next door many months ago
he asked who was I on phone to?
it's a lady of a manor I say so

So one wrong number caused all this
it really was such a confusion
I asked Ray who this lady was
oh he says the wife you mean Susan!

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