TO THE PHONE BOOTH
An ordinarily not so uneventful day
Some twisted mind not so far away
Eyes the museum in a most selfish way
Gotta get them jewels Yeah
Oh but the phone booth is very near
And dear ole Kent, he would not dare
Leave the pages of the comic book for fear
His city, his love forever will bear
The brunt of greed to chagrin severe
TO THE PHONE BOOTH© gillena cox 2015
Fireblossom Friday BEechwood-4-5789
The challenge: The first part of the challenge is to write a poem which includes an old-fashioned rotary phone with a little bit of surrealism, or poetic magic.
Oh - I wonder what Superman would use when all the phone booths are gone..
ReplyDeleteHa ha, I do wonder myself Bjorn, thanks for dropping in
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This has all the qualities of great ballad writing, Gillena.
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A hero using a dial....Love you took this to Superman
ReplyDeleteOther people use the phone booth to dail and made a call
DeleteHe uses the phone booth to change into his super hero form Susie (smiles);
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Dear Superman! I too wonder where he changes nowadays.
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A lot of fun--clever rhyme and an emotional tussle--should superman leave the comic or not! Thanks, Gillena-k.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in to read mine K
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He's got to stay on the job no matter what the phone booth looks like. I'd like someone like that around--a guardian angel from days of comic books--as long as he doesn't get baked in to one of those very bad movies.
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DeleteHappy you dropped in to read mine Susan.
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I wondered if someone would go there, and you did!
ReplyDeleteThanks for an awesome prompt, Fireblossom, happy you dropped in to read mine
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