Grrr groans the telephone
off the What? There is no . . . .
No to crook, to look, to shook
Backs into corners! Backs into
traps! Reach for the receiver
Hear nothing Nothing here
but us whuzzits Nothing to
lose, choose, shoes horn
On the . . . . ! Get him on
the blower! Goer mower
lower flower. The motor
is cranked, the gears go,
and off! the What? Grr!
groans the telephone.
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