A few days ago
zlehc

please analyze this poem “The Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka” part 2?

… till truthfulness clanged her accent

Hard on the mouthpiece. “WHAT IS THAT?” conceding

“DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS” “Like brunette.”

THAT’S DARK, ISN’T IT?” Not altogether,

Facially, I am a brunette, but Madam you should see

The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet

Are a peroxide blonde. Friction caused

Foolishly, Madam – by sitting down, has turned

My bottom raven black- One moment – sensing

Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap

About my ears- “Madam” I pleaded “wouldn’t you rather

See for yourself?”

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A few days ago
Anonymous

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It’s a very good poem. I think I will go to the library and check out the book and read the whole thing.
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