No Holds Barred Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm in a hurry and I'm late,
Bur I need some info real fast.
Silly me for thinking that fate
Would give me quick service at last.
I call customer service, and
Get the computer voice that drags
Me through options that are at hand.
Upon punching all jigs and jags,
I get a human on the line.
'Can you please hold? ' is what I get.
'No I can't, ' are words of mine.
Maybe fate will smile on me yet.

By customer service I'm told
'Then please call back when you can hold.'