"The Telephone"

 

My wife was very pregnant, and just the other day

She said to phone for help, the baby's on the way

 

I dialed the emergency, which service sir? she said

I asked her for an ambulance, and then to home I sped

 

Running back towards my house, as quickly as could be

I suddenly realised I didn't have my key

 

So off I went back to the phone, and dialed once again

Which service please? the voice replied, I need some firemen

 

As I hurried homeward, which really wasn't far

Didn't look where I was going, got hit down by a car

 

The driver stopped at once, but was in an awful state

Quick phone, the police, an ambulance before it is too late

 

Lying there in the road, with people all around

Everything went suddenly black, I couldn't hear a sound

 

The next thing I remember, was my wife looking down at me

You've had a nightmare love, so have a nice hot cup of tea

 

Have you had the baby? was all that I could say

A Baby? What's wrong with you, That was many years away

 

We had a son, yes years ago, to you this I can tell

The name we chose for him, was Alexander Graham Bell.

 

by "Mr. Mushnick"

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