So you're out in the garden sunbathing
In your favourite canvas lounger
Nursing a drink of lager, or whatever you prefer
When, suddenly the telephone's ringing
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i especially like speechifying tact. under exactly WHICH stairs may i find the maid? ? When finally for are made to realise? ? ? too much ale while composing? eh? tom. so, you REALLY still believe that telemarketers are real flesh-and-blood people [not computers]? ? bri :)
Loved the poem - may I read it at our next library Books Aloud meeting, when the theme is, of course, cold calling? !
certainly, Maggie, you may read it. I'd be honored. Funnily I don't get much cold calling these days! So my poem might act as a Talisman for your probably long-suffering members! Best of Luck.