Option 2 Then Option 7

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Writers tell us the right one will come,

 

At a time when we least expect it.

 

Just last night, I had one on the phone.

 

But our call was disconnected.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I wish the number had been found,

 

In a magazine, or a newspaper.

 

Why, oh why, didn't I write it down,

 

On a friggin' piece of paper.

 

With diction so clear,

 

And range that's hard to fathom.

 

Like the voice of an angel in heaven.

 

So now I sit here,

 

Dialing numbers at random.

 

Taking option 2, then option 7.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

My plan's wisdom comes into question.

 

Prone to excess, that's how my friends know me.

 

"Relax", I say. "This love is predestined.

 

Besides, I'm quite sure the number was toll free."

 

 

VERSE 3

 

With phone in hand, I listen patiently,

 

To every single option's purpose.

 

Then I'm hit with an epiphany:

 

My angel worked in customer service!

 

 

CHORUS

 

I wish the number had been found,

 

In a magazine, or a newspaper.

 

Why, oh why, didn't I write it down,

 

On a friggin' piece of paper.

 

With diction so clear,

 

And range that's hard to fathom.

 

Like the voice of an angel in heaven.

 

So now I sit here,

 

Dialing numbers at random.

 

Taking option 3, then option 7.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

I had to find my customer service cherub,

 

So single mindedly I kept on ploddin'.

 

Once found, I didn't care that she was Arab,

 

But drew the line upon hearing her name:

 

Bin Laden.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

Since our lives are defined by our choices,

 

You gotta know that's how my story ends.

 

But falling for strangers with beautiful voices,

 

Still tops blind dates set up by friends,

 

Unless, of course, they're Australian.

 

In which case, it all depends.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I wish the number had been found,

 

In a magazine, or a newspaper.

 

Why, oh why, didn't I write it down,

 

On a friggin' piece of paper.

 

With diction so clear,

 

And range that's hard to fathom.

 

Like the voice of an angel in heaven.

 

So now I sit here,

 

Dialing numbers at random.

 

Taking option 4, then option 7.

 

 

VERSE 6

 

Now whenever I need an uplift to my day.

 

I Google 'Aussie companies', then go old school.

 

Click 'contact us', then dial the number on display.

 

The customer service representatives are always cool.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I wish the number had been found,

 

In a magazine, or a newspaper.

 

Why, oh why, didn't I write it down,

 

On a friggin' piece of paper.

 

With diction so clear,

 

And range that's hard to fathom.

 

Like the voice of an angel in heaven.

 

So now I sit here,

 

Dialing numbers at random.

 

Taking option 5, then option 7.

 

 

VERSE 7

 

I've recently learned of a way that's far better,

 

To navigate the lengthy option maze.

 

Instead of tapping square numbers and letters,

 

I shout "Representative" as if I'm crazed.

 

 

CHORUS

 

I wish the number had been found,

 

In a magazine, or a newspaper.

 

Why, oh why, didn't I write it down,

 

On a friggin' piece of paper.

 

With diction so clear,

 

And range that's hard to fathom.

 

Like the voice of an angel in heaven.

 

So now I sit here,

 

Dialing numbers at random.

 

Taking option 5, then option 1.              [Note: Thank you, Paula, my love.]

 

 

The End

 

 

Copyright Michael Kimbro 2017.  All rights reserved.

 

 

Keywords:  Poems about finding the one, Poems about customer service representative.