When on holiday,
Contemplating breakfast plate in hand.
Amongst a moving,
Milling crowd of mysterious serious men.
A phone rang out, shrieking intermittently,
With its distinctive attention-seeking call.
They stopped, as one,
Reaching for mobile phones hanging free,
To see whose call it could be.
As statuesque, they stood frozen phones to ear,
Waiting, intently listening ‘Is that call for me?’
Movement returned to all but one,
We knew then it was for him it had rung.
It really caught my sense of humour,
As they were all attending a conference for Interpol,
A the secret gathering information bureau.
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