The Phantom phone Caller
There once was a phantom phone caller
Who rang numbers he hadn't oughta
Some fell for his charms
Some raised the alarm
Now the caller finds he's in deep water.
One day he rang someone that he knew
Thinking that they hadn’t got a clue
They knew who he was
Sent for the police squad
He got locked up as idiots do.
Worse thing about being in a cell
Was being without a phone, it was hell
He twiddled his thumbs
All day and night long
Till his finger digits started to swell.
He cried for he wanted his mother
And also his sister and brother
But they didn’t care
Just left him in there
It couldn’t have been any tougher.
His dad was the only one who cared
“You’ll be out very soon son” he sweared
He climbed the cell wall
But had a big fall
“You’re arrested” an officer declared.
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