It's the Five Minute Poem.

TFE's challenge, to begin writing a poem at 7.00 pm. and finish and post it five minutes later.
Here we go.


Saturday Morning

Kelsey McNally, Kelsey McNally,
I condemn you to life
in a Ben-Hur slave galley,
I condemn you to life
in that call-centre always,
where all-ringing nights
follow all-ringing days.
Stop using my first name,
I do not want yours,
nor a detailed description
of call-centre laws.
I just wanted my call
put straight through to my bank,
but you would not do it;
Ms. McNally, you stank.


Under pressure I obviously become vitriolic and sub-sub-Betjemanesque! Apologies.