Ode to a Phone box

Phonebox red and old

Some are glass and plastic

It stands on the cold

Wet city ground

It used to be a people talking space

But now its got no use

No money in the special place

I’d like to use one

Brooklyn

An ode to a telephone box

A battered solider standing all along

It’s winter now probably will sleet

Rudolf’s nose sticking out like a rose

Standing tall with his iron feet

I’m just a piece of metal rusty and old

The people said I don’t want you in town

I think it’s better now I’m out of the city

A smile now replaced with a frown

By Jimmy and George

A lonely candy standing there

Used to be a diamond on the sea

beautiful ruby red and a pearl white crown

wanted one so much to put in a tree

Bright as cherry on a dark green tree

Their very nice to give us shelter

We think its rather sad that they’re gone

Been washed away by the delta

By Amber

An ode to a phone box

A bright firey cherry red

Standing there all alone

With no friends and by the cones

And now it is growing old with vines

Growing on the outside with mould

By Frankie

An ode to a phone box

A little steel box on the street

Bright cherry red

Hating all the sleet

People taking an axe to them

Down to their feet

Crashing them very hard

Falling to the ground

Josh

A lonely rusty solider waiting to be met

Hardly seen anymore out on the street

Just standing there side of the road

So sad I wish they’re still around

Looking so sad with no one to greet

They say I hope someone’s coming

But I really don’t think it’s true

It’s like a lonely city

But beware they’re waiting for you

Who like phone boxes? I really do.

Everyone should

It’s not like they’re of goo

And they’re also really smooth

By Lila 

An ode to a phone box

A solider going with the flow

Had no feelings inside

All alone didn’t know what to do in the snow

It never knew how to shoot an arrow

The phone box is nearly as old as the pyramids

It saw a friendly sparrow

An ode to a phone box

By Logan and Jake

All alone on the street corner

Standing tall red and sad

Replaced by classy cellular

Like some lads

An ode to a phone box

Waiting for rain to pass

Paint fading in the weather

Rotting wood and broken glass

By Chester

An Ode to a phone box

Standing there waiting for someone to come

There with an empty soul

Poor lonely phone box

Crusty and covered in mould

Used to be as bright as a freshly picked cherry

Now torn down into little shreds

Shattered windows and cracked doors

People think of you when in their beds

An ode to a phone box

used to shine in the sunlight

But now you just get crushed

It just isn’t right

By Charli, Mac and Charlotte

An ode to a telephone box.
By Fraser

All alone on the street corner
Stands tall red and steady
Replaced by classy cellular
Once shiny and customer ready.

Oh once you helped us every day
but you have signed your will.
An ode to a phone box
An ancient red sentinel.