How women love their telephone,
they talk, and yak and natter.
At its first ring they race towards it,
the sooner they reach it the better!
An exited ‘Hi!’ we hear them shriek
and on they start to babble
‘bout family and neighbours, friends,
and on and on they gabble.
Exhausted, with no time to spare,
they terminate their chatter,
and more phone calls will be made,
in idle, unproductive, matter.
Why can’t they be like men-folk do,
never talking nonsense,
with wisdom and with common-sense
their phone-talk always ends!
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(If you are a woman, please try and keep it short.)