The curse of the mobile phone
by cricketjeff on December 18, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
When drunken friends have telephones
Your days are spent in moans and groans
When rung up in the dead of night
Your answers may be impolite
A swollen ankle hurts like hell
But why the need to ring and tell
If fools should choose to drink and roam
It’s not my job to guide them home
I know how much my head can take
Another glass a sad mistake
But others never stop to think
They simply sit and drink and drink
Then they get lost and call my phone
WHY CAN’T THE DRUNKS LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
English