I phone me mate down under
Every Christmas
For two or three years I'd slip
Catch me finger on the wrong
Digit - end up calling the wrong

First time I said ; ' Your Not Keith or Joy '
Me mates mum

Accentual! Not my intent!

To my great embarrassment!
When a woman's voice answered
To my great embarrassment
' Your not Keith or Joy! - Keiths mum

I wished the woman picking up the phone
A merry Christmas & a Happy New Year!
As you do!
Sorry I said - wrong number!
She'd wish me the same greetings
I'd then hang up as you do
Eventually I got to me mates number
Got me self a better house phone!
I often think of the woman & wonder
If she thinks of me - missing the wrong number call
Of That Pom who used to call on Christmas Day

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet

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Written on 2020-11-30 at 12:53

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We'll miss one Pom this year. No Joy. In both senses of the word.