Margie was the receptionist where I used to work. She took lots of abuse from callers but
always remained nice and pleasant. I often wondered, what if she wasn't so nice and didn't
remain so pleasant. It might go something like this:
Margie at the switchboard sits,
And answers calls all day.
She's pleasant, sweet and cheerful,
And knows just what to say.
"Good morning madam, how are you?"
"How may I place your call?"
'Just stuff it up your nose my dear'
'I'm insulted by your gall'
"Good Morning, Sir, may I assist?"
Is her kind and cheerful words.
'Don't "Good Morning" me, you hag'
'Or I'll feed you to the birds.'
"Good Afternoon to you kind sir"
"Your call did not go through"
'Oh yes, I must have dialed it wrong'
'How Dumb that was of you.'
"Good Afternoon and greetings Ma'am"
"Please hold for just a sec."
'Don't you dare put me on hold,
'Or I'll break your scrawny neck.'
Now Margie at the switchboard sits,
And never gets a call.
Cause Margie cut the telephone wire,
And threw it down the hall.
Jim C. Carpenter
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