Counter Engagement
p. 72 · Read in the full issue
I wanted 272 No. 274 will not do- I don’t want the Freezer Nor Mareme Elisa The hairdresser—good, though she’s new.
I just want 272.
Behind me is waiting a queue.
At least, they sit drinking, But waving and winking, Like those who have phoning to do.
Hello! Oh, how do you do?
No, I wanted 272!
I’ll see if she’s handy— Yes, having a shandy . . .
No, really no trouble at all, No, really, it’s over to you.
The time that you took was so small!
Ouch! Pardon my starting Your number departing— They’re just ringing off from the call.
PLEASE give me 272: No other number will do.
I don’t want the Jones’, Lost Dog or Cat Homeses — I only want 272.
Please give me 272.
My taxi is waiting now, too.
“Are you through?” they keep sighing: But I exit flying— I’m walking to 272!
—Noelle Mason
Bougainville.
