Have then the central offices belated
Not switched me on as yet to thy hotel?
Or is—oh, bitter thought!—a rival hated
Addressing thee by telephone as well?
Love, are you there? Distracted I repine;
Oh, hear thy humble four-nought-seven-nine!
Never three-five-nine-six have I addressed,
The number registered for Mrs. Jones,
Nor for six-eight-two-one the button pressed
To woo Miss Brown in telephonic tones;