An Ode to Talk Talk

Talk Talk how do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I don’t, to the depth and breadth and height
My broadband went off, and you’re out of sight
Attempt to convince it’s not the router
Its always something else or my computer
The calls continue at your own pace
Until the battery runs out and I lose my place
Customer service more useless by the days
Until my phone disconnects and I’m left in malaise.

I despise thee freely, as I strive for a signal
I despise thee purely, as you turn from me
I despise thee with passion put to use
In raising old issues and finding another
To find a new source I must use my mother
To regain my lost connection, I must transfer providers
I shall not miss thee once or twice
as it seems this process is done in a trice.

So a warning to others about the level of service
Talk Talk is way below anything approaching the anus.