Once upon a morning dreary, after stumbled, late and weary,
Upon many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten quotes,
While I nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a ringing
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my telephone.
“Thank you for calling,” I muttered, “How may I help youâ€
Only this Iâ€™ve said before…
Ah, distinctly I remember, this customers wish me dismembered
As each separate dying ember, wrought their ill forgotten quote.
“I called twice, good sir, last morrow – and I must insist you follow…
follow up on promised rubber flooring quotes!”
“I need rubber mats for my brood! They play rough, I must conclude,
that as such they’re safety surely would be skewed.”
Deep into the darkness peering, of my screen with products gleaming
Out I shot my first suggestion, “Interlocking carpet tile flooring perhaps?Â It makes the ideal play room floor.”
I questioned others
“Folding mats, Gym mats, or Wrestling mats for the young in violence nestling?â€
Bored and uninterested
Quoth the customer â€œNevermore…â€
Flabbergasted there I pondered, through the phone her children wandered
With their screaming deep inside the burrows of my soul.
What would appease this consumer beast
With needs ill met by merchants there before…
â€œPlease, on hold youâ€™ll wait
While I try and formulate some kind of discount for you more.â€
PART II next week!