Here's a phone that I like to call 'poemcall'

Beep, beep, beep,
but longer than those beeps that seem so short,
the beep when you call someone and something is weird
with the telemaphone and the mathemagics don't work
and you are on the line with no one, or maybe
it's like that all the time, if you know what I mean,
and then you go home and you write a mean poem
and they see it and you say "I was just pretending".

(Paging Mr. Sputnik, your wife is on the line.)