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Next Caller
by S. Donovan Mullaney
Friday, January 26, 2007
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No, you have me confused with another Tom in Quincy.
No, I've never been on your show before.
No, I didn't call last night. There's plenty of Toms who like football in the book.
So, we both have a raspy voice. What kinda proof is that?
Just let me on, would ya?
Listen, I don't need this hassle. Are you gonna let me on or not?
I certainly wouldn't call a sports talk show if I'd been drinking!
I tell you, you're not the only game in town.
Anyways, I don't need to call your stupid show to hear myself on TV.
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/5/2007 |
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LOL, great delivery!!!!! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
1/28/2007 |
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you wouldn't?
enjoyed the light humor and trials |
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| Reviewed by Aberjhani |
1/27/2007 |
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Priceless closing line. Enjoyed the read very much.
Aberjhani |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
1/26/2007 |
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Sounds like the misunderstanding and hassles that are rife in entertainment, and radio, and TV. Now all we need is the one fingered salute to frost the cake! (-:
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
1/26/2007 |
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Light humor, with a hint of indulgence.
Good work.
Lisa |
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