Phony Phone
I have a phony phone,
It doesn’t even work.
I carry it around
And pretend to converse.
I want people
To think I’m important,
That I have important friends,
So I got this phony phone.
I talk very loudly,
And with really big words,
On this phony phone
That doesn’t even work.
If bystanders ever listened
They’d figure out real quick
My speaking cadence never matches
A real human conversation.
by David Hugh Beaumont: “That Doesn’t Even Rhyme”
David Hugh Beaumont was born in 1966 in the United States of America. He is a website content creator, a writer, a researcher, and an editor whose poetry lacks rhyme, rhythm, and reason.
I have a phony phone,
It doesn’t even work.
I carry it around
And pretend to converse.
I want people
To think I’m important,
That I have important friends,
So I got this phony phone.
I talk very loudly,
And with really big words,
On this phony phone
That doesn’t even work.
If bystanders ever listened
They’d figure out real quick
My speaking cadence never matches
A real human conversation.
by David Hugh Beaumont: “That Doesn’t Even Rhyme”
David Hugh Beaumont was born in 1966 in the United States of America. He is a website content creator, a writer, a researcher, and an editor whose poetry lacks rhyme, rhythm, and reason.
