So yet again you bet we get
A loss of all our internet:
The wonky lines began last night,
And only now are coming right.
I spent some hours on the phone
To find someone to whom to moan –
My calls then only came to halt
When hearing ’twas a general fault.
I now have e-mails by the score,
So there’s a busy time in store;
I don’t know quite where to begin –
Or should I simply just give in?
The weather’s cold, and I, instead,
Would so much rather be in bed –
At least, if this here rhyme is seen
You’ll know why I have not here been.
© Colonialist September 2013 (WordPress)