Poem for the Cramp with prompt "Why didn't you call?"
|Why didn’t you call me when you said you would?
The weather is balmy, and you understood.
I’m feeling so fragile. It seems a shame,
That you are so agile, and without blame.
My heart is now broken, self-esteem nil.
I just need a token of your goodwill.
Is that the phone ringing? Whaddaya know!
The blues I was singing, off they now go.
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