David, what is that ring ringing?
it’s your phone Gran,
oh . . . hello, hello . . . no one there,
no Gran, that’s the t.v control;
yes my fetch my coat it’s rather cold,
Gran, I said, it’s . . .
my dear now please don’t interrupt,
and what is that incessant ringing?
no matron, I don’t understand
she’s always so caring and kind
with such a sharp and witty mind.
Hello Gran, how are you today?
do I know you?
oh Gran, it’s me, come on, you know;
you run along and get my tea.
it’s me, David;
I want some of those nice biscuits too;
Stupid boy, David is long dead.
Now sad despair etched his heart with dread.