Robot Caller © Chris Philpot ConsumerReports.org
Hello Computer
Hello, computer, you sound just fine.
A little more metallic than yesterday,
but I know that you are all mine.
You don't have that damn foreign accent,
with all that noise, talking from behind.
Making it so hard to place where you are from,
and exactly what's on your mind.
You seem so polite with all your kind requests.
Asking me to push numbers 1 to 3 or more,
all at my own bequest so I won't get sore.
I know that I will get to speak,
to a real person someday.
But as I punch my way through all,
the numbers it's not looking that way.
I got an hour or so to kill so I will do as you request,
"Press nine to go back to the main menu,"
and keep giving you my very, very best.
But computer, if you don't behave and help me real soon,
I may smash this phone against the wall.
Won't be able to call you anymore at all.
And won't even be able answer when you call!
Did I call you? Or did you call me?
I guess I'll have to hang up and call back,
in an hour, or two or three to see.
Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull
12/12/19
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU MY FRIEND! MAY THE JOY OF THE SEASON FILL YOUR HEART WITH PEACE AND CARRY YOU SAFELY INTO THE NEW YEAR. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS.
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