July 22 phoning this one in

Benstopfel

Im phoning this one in
Ive flown in tougher winds
But im tired and I have to flip
Over my whole house to be sit
Upon by a gracious friend
Who will stay here to sit my pet
Who, when house and pet have been sat
Will collect a tidy sum at that
I think I’m paying Someone to be me!
What could the going rate be
A half penny if a pence
A button and some pocket lint
Outstretched on some cartoon hand
On the horizon grains of sand
Falling falling all the while
You can sit and you may smile
at this silly poem I write
That I try to pen before midnight