Customer Poems | Examples

Customer

The proposal 
Was a postal
Verded, nouned
and decisive
Told to a family
Of peoples
Humored and
Decisive
Tanks like ponds
Our Giant Prawns
A District
Countisourre 
A taste fresh and delicious 
One a seafood lover
Couldn't ignore
We propose in business
A site to construct
And build
A marvelous facility
With freezers and trucks
and skills
People Oh people
Your talents to create
A Product for
Millions
Where there is millions
To make
Internal and external
The environment we
Do care
A Product for
Smart people
A Product for profit
To share
Healthy and delicious 
Tasty fresh and real
A unified front
Together in love we
Reveal
Customer and consumers 
You have been put first
Our best is
The Worlds best
There is no such
Thing as our worst
Keeping the customer 
Satisfied in the
Business of Satisfaction
Only an unscathed man will
Tell you this

Customer Service at its Finest

   The cashier guessed I was 58
     The bagger, less than that

   They know how to make this shopper feel great 
     I’ll be shopping there every May 28

the last customer again

Red neon which looks lovely at four o’clock in the afternoon
Somehow seemed dingy at twelve-thirty; he was the last customer
bartender gave him a nod, and a sympathetic look

Cashier

Cashier

Change will make me hesitate
Cause me to equivocate
Clearly I can’t handle change
Customers will find this strange

CVS--how not to treat a customer

Their 1:30 lunch—that is fine  
But I’m there at 1:29
They said you're too late
With glee closed the gate
So I filed a protest online

the pimp and his customer

Could Estonia help Vlad get paid?
He'll claim they're Russian and invade!
Better than cash bonds
Putin can use their blondes
To entice his mark Trump to get laid

Newcomers Instead of First Customers

Skips in a line of Customers
To attend to some newcomers;
A long good patience running out,
A long silent voice to soon shout!

"Why aside a guy in need wave"
While he does same attention crave?
CCTV does bear witness,
People's acts judging their fitness...

He could seller call A Bastard
Or for humor Tasteless Custard;
A claim he ate her this morning
But has, since, been sadly mourning.

A Pawnshop Customer

Downtown
broad squares
highway
out of these places
every nook and cranny alleyway,
shabby signboard,
makes a terrifying sound
when the wind blows,
we open a very narrow door
and meet an old man
who greets us with a warm smile
across an iron cage
we are always curious
about the treasures buried
in the darkness behind him
They are of no use to him.
Where are you taking all valuables
and putting them away?
from the people
trying to end up hunger
Like the sound of the wheels
of a train moving away,
there was always silence that swallowed the light.
And he was the richest in our town
Of course,
reputation has always been like this
"Not even a person."
What happened to the old man
who took great pride
not having a single person
to pick up the items
Where did his cash and gold go?
Were his poor clients successful?
must ask pawnshop best customer
of the old man,
snoops down
the streets of prosperous pawnshops
in the 21st century mega cities
Tokyo
Shanghai
New York
London,
and Dostoevsky,
We must read his book.

Customer Service

It was the work ethic that did it.
He just couldn’t get enough.
He would sit for hours and hours
Just contemplating the stuff
Until suddenly it was home time,
Getting on for half past four,
And he knew that in the morning
They'd have delivered plenty more.

After nearly a week they found him
Slouched dead in his swivel chair;
He'd been hidden by all the work
Piled up in mountains there.
They gave him a long service medal
Posthumously I should think
And following his last wishes scattered
His ashes by his favourite old golf link.

Thus an illustrious career was ended
Without a hint of any shame
For the company couldn't afford
Any slurs to be cast on its name.
And all the work that he'd not started?
They just shovelled into a bin
Knowing if any was important
A client would write again

Rude Customer

A customer was so rude
Her swearing sounded like a dude
Security was call
Then she took a hard fall
And realized right then she was screwed

Hotelier Lloyds and Customer Curtis

To me Lloyd can’t attend:
He does badly offend,
Customers’ patience bend;
After them could dogs send,
So that cries might air rend,
One sure to go crazy,
When Lloyd’s answer is lazy…

I’d pay Lloyd good money 
But found it not funny,
As Lloyd made it out wealth 
Grabbed from off-and-on stealth. 
Now, I’m free to wilt 
And courage lose long built… 

I draw not Lloyd’s notice, 
For he serves not Curtis.

Customer Services

I so hate my job on ‘Customer Services’
People keep bringing stuff back
“This doesn’t work.”
“This isn’t right.”
“This was supposed to be black.”

And then in my break I checked the newspaper
To see what there was in the news
Just Harry and Meghan in some Netflix caper
God, those two give me the blues

But wait! Who was this, my fairy godmother?
She said, “I will make your wish so.”
I did have to wish for something or other
So lottery numbers I said I must know

She thought for a moment and said, “It shall be.”
And then I was rich, my dream had come true
My every desire was right there for me
Customers services? Not me, I’m through

But then she was back; was it double or quits?
She said, “I’ve a trade for you, Dear,
if you should relinquish last night’s winning tickets
then Harry and Meghan will both disappear.”

I gave it some thought, I pondered all day
For I’m sick of him and of her
There’s just one thing left that I need to say…
“How can I help you, Sir?”

Customer Service

Everyone
is slow to respond
21st century

Customer Service

Customer Service
return call within 24 hours
leave message

Customer Starved Prostitutes

A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …

But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The Wizened open a page
One is in Satan’s personally dug pit
It not being all about receipt of asked bills,
But also about a man not supported with staff,
For no real Eve barricades herself from thrills,
Many going for it, not by a half …

Not quite the hour to start freeing tears
But some moment to entertain normal fears;
Customer – Starved Prostitutes, 
Bent on not being mixed up with Destitute!

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