We Estimate That We Control Your Fate!

So the cat had to call for a number thingy the other day, yeah Pat did because my meowing only goes one way, and the first thing they said was we'll get to you when we get out of bed. What, don't believe me? Just follow along with my rhyming spree.

Call #1 was such fun,
They said oopsy you're done.
Call back tomorrow.
Your time we will borrow.

Call #2 a repeat.
Hates those at my street.
But beats a remake.
Drown those in a lake.

Call #3, a big yippee.
They are at their sea.
Oopsy, still a bad fate,
Because you have to wait.

30-60 minutes is your wait time.
That is not a crime.
You are reminded it is an estimation.
Shhh not that much of a guestimation.

Just sit and hold the phone to your ear,
We will soon be near.
The phone companies will dance with glee.
Long distance charges added up on thee.

Bah, forget toll free.
We just want to screw thee.
Not in a fun way.
Screw you out of pay.

Maybe you'll give up.
Then more money in our cup.
Damn stubborn cat.
Go chew on a rat.

You still here?
Gonna be another 30 minutes I fear.
We said that 60 minutes ago.
What do we know?

Not much I guess.
Hey, at least we confess.
Enjoy the tune while we slumber.
You will soon get your number.

A number for another number.
Like swapping a pickle for a cucumber?
One is bigger I suppose.
Wait while we put on some clothes.

Yeah, Pat had to hold the phone up for a few hours. My he sure has such powers. That whole half a pound phone might make weak humans groan.  What was it for? To kick the IRS out of my shore. Get that EIN number so they don't take 30% of my dough. Damn withholding crap at my Canadian show. And turns out you no longer need it anyway, as Amazon changed it so my tax id here will suffice on display. All that for nothing at all. At least I wasn't charged long distance for the call. So now I get the whole, very small, mass. If we're lucky at least it can buy cat food for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.