Platitudes of Crank Call Perfidy

We can confidently say we’re still in th’ Real World, 

th’ last phone-call made awareness o’ that congeal 

into a rictus of ridicule; a female caller had claimed 

our Internet Service was compromised: her accent 

suggested she was an Indian rather than Aussie, if 

we could believe she’d called from Melbourne with 

the bad news our Telstra connection was hacked - 

well, howdy doody, but we ain’t with ‘em, anyway 

Not that we said anything - especially if it would’ve 

given away our seeing thru th' scam; so we played 

dumb - what Internet Service we enquired, we’re a 

zillion kilometres out and beyond all The Utilities in 

this land, & the only thing that works is our phone, 

but we’re having problems with crank calls on that 

Suffice to say conversation petered into platitudes 

with th’ inevitable disconnect; crikey, I say, it looks 

like we might be back in sights of those unoriginal 

blighters out o’ Melbourne; d’ you remember how 

they tried like moronic limpets to modify that deal 

back when our original landline was reconnected 
© 28 September 2018, I. D. Carswell