The Telephone

In an abandoned house

There sits a telephone

And dot at nine it gets a call

Its bell peals and peals

With no one there to answer

Like a malignant cancer

The bell eats up the silence

One bite at a time

While on the other end, she stands

And prays for an answer

Which never comes

And so the stage is set

For an incomplete love story

And therefore the telephone

Rings on and on and on

The Bilge Master