Curse that Alexander Graham Bell
Modern living equals Hell,
Used to travel on the train
Mobile Phones done in my brain,
Work from home or go Insane
Communication takes the Strain.
At My desk and all plugged in
The Telephone begins to Ring,
for my Daughter, can she play?
Then 'Will my Wife be in today?'
Next a Double-glazing pitch
I think I've stumbled on a Glitch !
Time is now Twelve Thirty-eight
So far My work has had to wait,
I thought At Home I'd be Alone
But hadn’t reckoned on THE PHONE!
So now a dedicated line
And mobile Phone, hands off it's Mine!
Modem, Fax, The Internet
Phone-bill like The National Debt,
No more solitude you'll find
Dare not leave The Phone behind,
Twenty four hours of ringing Hell
Curse Alexander Graham Bell.