THE GREAT WAR
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ODE TO A FULLERPHONE
By Sigmn R.MELLOR, published in ‘Jimmy’,
the WW2 journal of the Royal Corps of
Signals in the Middle East (AN: also used in WWI, poem came up in re: ‘Tolkien and the Great War’)
What is my greatest joy in life,
More precious even than my wife,
So comforting ‘midst all this strife?
How well I love your merry tricks;
Even when your buzzer sticks;
Delighting me with faint key clicks;
How tunefully your buzzer throbs
As tenderly I turn those knobs.
Most fascinating of all jobs.
Potentiometer, its true
I’m not sure what to do with you.
Yet even you add beauty to
Oh how I pity those poor souls
Who daily work remote controls,
Attached to crazy wireless poles.
They never hear the tuneful tones
Of perfect Morse within their ‘phones:
Just atmospherics, shrieks and groans.
But I must cease to write more verse.
Communication getting worse.
No wonder that I rave and curse
Asthmatic buzzers, – crazy keys.
How can one live a life of ease,
With damful instruments like these
SEE ALSO THE HISTORY OF THE EMOTIONS POST FOR GIMSBY CHUMS, ET AL