The rotary phone
Hurt the edge of my finger
When I was alone
No channels coming in
Better adjust the rotor
As that hopeful dial tone
Amalgamates with the motor
Nothing much doing
Maybe Gilligan's Island
That wood-chopper skipper
Little-buddy deriding
The poor buffoon
Getting hit with that hat
Is getting older to me
Than the purr of my cat
Joe gets out of prison
Says "There's fun to be had."
It takes just a few hours
To go from boring to bad
Stems and seeds on the table
Rolling Panama Gold
Though the splint is afire
It's a heat growing cold
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