Pointless poetry exercise #6

Oh, dear ...

I called today, Peter,
and you were away
in Paris, or Rome,
sizing monuments
to your thumb.

I called today: Peter
and you were away
to the country
focusing cows
in your cameras.

I called Peter today
and you were away,
he said, in London
signing contracts
for double spreads.

I called today, Peter,
and you were away.
I saw the prints, but
no credit for you; is she
with someone new?

I called today, Peter,
and you were angry,
I know. She wanted
a new model to spread
on her lens. Sorry.