'ECHO' POEM

'We're having drinks on Sunday. Can you come?'
           'Um...'
'There should be lots of people that you know.'
           'Oh...'
'And bring the kids. Or not, as you prefer.'
           'Er...'
'Eleven till one; just drop in anytime.'
           'I'm...'
'That's settled, then. How's Roger, by the way?'
           'Eh?'
'That is East Grinstead three-two-seven-o?'
           'No.'

NOEL PETTY