I am in a dilemma as I am sheltering in a telephone box
Which is half way up a miserable hill
Without a pad or a pen or anything else
The telephone box is filling with water
And I have had to remove my shoes
I have come to the conclusion
That I will have to remember this important poem
Which will be difficult as I am cold wet and tired
Perhaps I will add it to the receiver with my penknife
But then again the light is beginning to fade
And the bulb in the box died many years ago