Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (three)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour

“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

In the olden times
When we used money in dimes
Calling your mama
Caused quite the drama
When looking for a phone booth
Without loosing a tooth

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Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour

“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

Colour me red
Colour me a booth
Colour me a red
Telephone booth

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Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (four)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour

“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

Oh look at the wannabe telephone booths
And mini-mes in the window!
They look like things from my youth
From the times of bell bottoms and discos

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Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (one)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour

“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick

A Call Home from London

“London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us”
– The Clash

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The Dame and the White Cat for Caturday

Posted in Caturday: Tale, Mystery and Humour

“When all candles be out, all cats be grey” John Heywood

The Dame and the White Cat for Caturday

The dame with her white cat
Stepped in for a quick chat
Sat down and whisked off her hat
Ordered a coffee with milk non-fat

“Good evening dearie”

She said leering

“Nice weather we are having this evening”

That was all she said
Her conversation dropping dead
Just quietly sipping the beverage
As if looking for a leverage

I stood there staring
The silence more than unbearing
Wondering ‘what or who was this stranger
Were we all in danger?’

As if reading my mind
The lady put down the cup
And finally looked up
And with smile made of kind

She stated matter of factually

“I need more cats!”

As ipso facto, this was actually
A store, where one could purchase such things

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