My Mom (poem which is true too)
She sits in her chair beside the phone
Day after day she sits there alone
She waits for the phone to finally ring
Then when it does, she cannot find the damn thing!
We look high and low-
Where oh where did it go?
Of course, once we find it there is nobody there-
In fact it was beneath her, right there on her chair.
The ringing goes on but where can it be
Oh! Of course, it is there on the TV!
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