by A. Elizabeth Brown

Created on: April 23, 2008

Woes of Communication
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I was pleased much, to see
That for small, verdant fee
And quite limited subsequent blather
I had hooked up, my phone
One for hip, one for home
In less than one quarter an hour

Alas, 'twas great my surprise
When before mine own eyes
My hip phone consistently read
"Looking for service"
with no hope of contact
With persons, neither living nor dead

Odd, Sprint had no answers
(It's service, a chancre)
On hold, I stayed, hours times three
In the end I resorted
(My service, thus aborted)
(Bereft, I consorted)
A friend, who has AT&T

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