THE SOLUTION

(TO THE TUNE OF THE HOLY CITY)

Last night I lay asleeping
and then, the darn phone rang.
I picked it up and flung it,
it landed with a clang.
I heard her sweet voice crying
“Oh please return my call.”
Methought, whatever can I do?
What would be best of all?
Methought, whatever can I do?
What would be best of all?

An answer phone, an answer phone,
then if my love should ring
I’d sleep on, while she keeps on
and I wouldn’t hear a thing.

And then, methought, ‘hold on a bit,
this will not do at all,
if, in the morn, I phone her back,
they’ll charge me for the call.
It might be best to marry her;
then she will be right here.
Methinks, she can then snuggle up
and whisper in my ear.
Methinks, she can then snuggle up
and whisper in my ear.

No answer-phone, no answer-phone;
phone calls do not come cheap.
Methinks I’ll have to wed her,
then I can get some sleep.

© Marion Sharvile

About Marion Sharville

A website of Poems and Short stories
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s