Once upon a day quite dreary

I had cause to send a query

Stating I could not sincerely

Clearly hear my dial tone

It was in the bleak December

Christmas time as I remember

I'd asked Santa for a blender

I could call my very own

To continue with my fable

My phone sitting on the table

Needed to be made quite stable

Able to make calls once more

Though I tried to be impervious

I became much more than nervous

For a call to Customer Service

Chilled me to my very core

I found their eight hundred number

Where they said they wouldn't slumber

While their blunder did encumber

Me from calling on my phone

Carefully I dialed completely

Pushing all the buttons neatly

Ready to converse most sweetly

On the problems I had known

All I heard from the inception

Were recordings sans inflexion

Whose direction for detection

Left me lost like Poe's Lenore

But when I was disconnected

Then their service I rejected

None from them I hence accepted

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"