Press One For English
I dread phoning businesses,
I dread phoning the store.
No real people answer.
Those days are no more.
Press one for English,
two for French, if you please.
No real human contact
for my queries to ease.
Press three for your balance.
Press four to complain.
Press five to start over.
These calls are a pain.
I pay more for my cable
than seems really fair
but I like that when I call
there are real people there.
My biggest pet peeve
is when the automated voice
calls me at my home
then gives me the choice,
press one for English,
two for French, if you please.
Press four and we'll connect you
with telemarketers overseas.
Automated phone calls
are as annoying as hell.
I just hate what has happened
to Dear old Ma Bell.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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