117 - Bell

Alexander Graham Bell

You’ve a lot to answer for

Your invention surely came from hell

It was much better before

I really hate the telephone

On that point I must be clear

I’d really rather be left alone

But I have this constant fear

When that handset starts to ring

I don’t know who is there

Is it family or some blobby thing?

I must always be prepared

Am I going to be shouted at?

Or is it my best friend?

Is my Gran calling for a chat?

Should I ready for the end?

Telemarketers and scum

Trying to waste my time

Or maybe it’s just my mum

On the other end of that chime

The thing is Mr Bell

You must answer for your crimes

I wish you’d been locked in a cell

And kept there for all time

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume Two, available from the Shop!