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The Cordless Phone

We've got a cordless telephone
It could be quite a pest,
If it's just another grown up toy
To add to all the rest.

My husband rang me up at work
The message sounded strange,
"Hello Marjie, is that you?
I'm just testing the range."

"I'm on the road just by the gate,
And now I'm in the shed,
I'm walking up the path again
Could you hear what I said?"

He talked while walking round the house
And in the garage too,
He thought it quite a novelty
To phone me from the loo!

It's useful when we're gardening
'Cos it always was a pain,
To stop work, and then listen,
'Is that the phone again?'

We always knew that it would ring
When, wellies caked with mud,
We'd try to get them off our feet
And run like Zola Budd.

Gasping, panting, out of breath
In stocking feet we'd tread,
We'd reach for the receiver then-
The blinking phone went dead!

So now we've solved that problem,
It's great and I admit it,
The only problem now of course
Is remembering where we've put it!