Good Old British Phone Box Poem by Lee Fones

good old British phone box
stood on every corner
purring like a weird fox
then in it was a scorner*

'talking to aunt Mable
she lives in Italy
Cant get her via cable
go somewhere else to pee'

i was in desperate need
of telephone box so red
with her i did plead
offering ration of bread

then heard those Germans
in Luftwaffe planes
Luckily not in urban-s
heard its engines strains

she was still on phone
not tempted by this loaf
then i heard her groan
calling me an f-ing oaf

heard a thunderous bang
Germans getting close
she came up with slang
some of it was gross

called one sauerkraut eater
other one called Jerry
they did severally beat her
then rang me girlfriend Kerry

Kerry didn't understand
Not one single word



scorner*= a person who expresses contempt by remarks or facial expression