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