Aunty K Poem

Tis eleven past midnight and i'm all alone

not a de-vice is stirring, not even a phone

where once i supposed that it may make a sound

alas it does nothing but lie on the ground

like the dead it says nothing, i sit and i stare

at the phone that ain't ringing, i hold back a tear*

 

when my phone started ringing, back on friday night

my heart began singing, man i felt alright

but then it was nothing, you'd gone and i fear

that you never shall favour a ring to my ear

 

you see i have only had one glass of wine

and although it was pleasant, i must give it time

to disolve in my liver and get to my brain

where i hope it will help to get rid of this pain

that i feel when i realise that it's far to late

for my aunt to be ringing, from a faraway state

so i'll go to sleep with a tear** in my eye

and when sleep comes singing

i'll hope you'll be ringing

but alas i fear not

 

so i sit here and cry and try not to offend

when i say that i'm sorry but this is the end

of this silly verse, wot i've favoured you with.

i'm sorry if it is a bunch of old shit

 

* I have substituted a homograph for the sake of rhyme. I trust its shape will not offend your palate

** for the sake of balance, i have not subsituted a homograph in this instance