Red, and with a golden crown,
over the word "Telephone"
noticeable from afar,
(but no inscription E II R
unlike the humble letterbox,
which is found every two blocks)
a symbol of the nation
used for communication,
but now sadly in demise,
for like the Starship Enterprise,
we all sooner or later
have our own communicator
At the front, as on the sides,
18 squares in sections,
of clear glass that provides
a view in all directions.
Now they stand there all alone,
no more do they contain a phone
or three or four directories,
those are distant memories,
but items more impermanent
like methods of advertisement
as in all the larger cities
postcards - often showing titties,
soliciting the attention
for things we shouldn't mention.
From six years to eighteen,
we all knew the right routine.
Lift receiver, dial O
and tell the operator
the number of your Uncle Joe,
you said you'd call back later.
Press button A to be connected,
button B if you're rejected
or, if you can't pay
just reverse the charge today
(Americans, as you'd expect
refer instead to call collect).
Invented by Sir G. G. Scott,
one can still find quite a lot
in unusual locations,
in many wide-flung nations.
Correct me if I'm wrong,
I'm sure there's still one in Hong Kong.