Ye Ole Cradle Phone

Here's a phrase you don't hear anymore “Gotta get to a phone, there's one in that drugstore” Can't even take pics No clicks of chicks Only clicks when she hangs up, then shed tears galore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Cresswell Avatar
September 23, 2017 at 9:15 PM
No one would be that mean to you Jack.
Ellison Avatar
September 24, 2017 at 6:14 AM
Ya think... well I've had my share of disappointments!!! (sniff) xxx
Flats Avatar
September 23, 2017 at 9:00 AM
Hey buddy, can you spare me a dime?//Gotta make a call to my girl sometime//Pretty darn soon//she's over the moon//for a nickel I'll make up a rhyme. (Talk is cheaper now, eh?) RING ON JACKSON!!!
Ellison Avatar
September 23, 2017 at 10:01 AM
HEY!!! Our talk is limerick gold!!! I'm sure you agree! REMEMBER THOSE DAYS!!!
Allison Avatar
September 23, 2017 at 7:05 AM
Bravo! your poem is shaped to look like an old fashioned telephone jack :-) hugs Jan xx
Ellison Avatar
September 23, 2017 at 7:18 AM
Of course I planned that... NOT!!! lol Love & Hugs from Canada!!! xxx
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