An Ode to a Phone Box

An ode to phone box

A lonely little fellow

Waiting up and down

Sitting there motionless

Hardly ever found

                       

Waiting for awhile

All rusty and brown

Hardly ever used

In the middle of the town

There's one in Lincoln

Pretty Normal looking

People use it

And it's got a good ring

An ode to a telephone box

Red like a cherry

Raspberry cafe love there's

Reminds me of a berry

By phreddie and Lewis Freddie’s drive