Whatever happened to the telephone book
enquiring minds need to know
there hasn't been one here for years
so wherever did it go
and what about the telephone box
or the answer machine
I haven't seen either near it's clear
they're few and far between
they went the way of the dodo
long before their time
as not everyone owns a mobile phone
and no you may not use mine
we used to flip the pages
let our fingers do the walking
but now with not a lot to say
there's way too far much talking
Categories:
telephone book, fun, humorous, silly, technology,
Form: Rhyme
Whatever happened to the telephone book
enquiring minds need to know
there hasn't been one here for years
so wherever did it go
and what about the telephone box
or the answer machine
I haven't seen either near it's clear
they're few and far between
they went the way of the dodo
long before their time
as not everyone owns a mobile phone
and no you may not use mine
we used to flip the pages
let our fingers do the walking
but now with not a lot to say
there's way too far much talking
Categories:
telephone book, fun, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Recalling being age seven, at breakfast around
the white, oval wood kitchen table.
Sitting on a telephone book so as to reach the
table, I was not able.
Mom, of blessed memory and always a fresh
tablecloth, newly pressed.
Nobody in leisure clothes allowed, so we all
were fully dressed.
Only the small radio played soft melodious
tunes,
Music that today, nobody could even croon.
My frisky wire-haired fox terrier played with
his toys.
Breakfasts, decades ago that I
both cherish and enjoyed.
Faces of sun and peace, in my memory live.
The early days of this poetess, her happy,
precious retrospective.
September 18, 2020
2:30pm PST
Edited. 9/19/2020
Categories:
telephone book, childhood, memory, parents, poetess,
Form: Couplet