there once was a woman who talked on the phone
she talked and talked till her kids were full grown
she talked on and on about nothing at all
till all of the paint started to peal off the wall
the food in the fridge was rotten and blue
and the lady on the phone just had not a clue
dust piled up in the corners of the house
and under the couch lived a little brown mouse
pacing around as she talked to her friend
it was the conversation that never would end
her hair had grown white and she had no weight
consumed by the phone she didn't notice her state
the moral of the story if this sounds like your day
get out and live life, or you'll waste away