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.
