Of course you heard me well enough and knew
I asked for Gerrard 2166;
The trouble is you never seem to fix
Your mind on what you undertake to do.
I cannot tell what system you pursue,Nor how, within the space of twenty ticks,
Those simple numbers you contrived to mix
And put me on to 6122.
I give it up; nor will I toil and fret
Such depths of human frailty to probe;
I merely state your methods would upset
The standard equilibrium of Job,
To whom such sore vexations were unknown
As you and this infernal telephone.
Published 1911, Pall Mall Magazine