Sunday, March 8, 2015

Calls



He used to call her “central”
     When she’d “number?” on his line;
But later called her “Birdie”
     As he thought her voice divine.

One day he called her “dearie”,
     And it pleased her, I opine;
Next day she told the office
     That she felt she must “resign”.

No more she answers “number?”
     On the busy down-town line;
She must be gold of silver,
     For he fondly calls her “mine”.




March 8, '09

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