"Quoth the switch 121-t"
                          by technotite

Once upon a night of ease, I scanned prefixes, with tremendous speed.

Over many a strange and spurious recording by AT&T.

While I called my favorite number, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amie.

'tis not possible!, I pleaded, but my phone repeated, so conceited, the same message, I then repeated, but once again, the recording played without need.

With a scream, I was defeated, for my switch was obsoleted, So I begged, no longer seated, "Give me back my 1E!"

Then, in answer to my call, from the tandem all in all, came its answer, without stall: Quoth the switch 121-T.