Spam Fan I Am (NOT)
I do not like it, In my ‘Feed; I do not like it, No indeed!
Not in my inbox (Nor snail mail); Where it jinxes me, With “Fail.”
Don’t like it early, Don’t like it late; Dislike notifications, To vex my pate!
Not on Monday, Wednesday’s bad; Spam on Sunday, Just makes me sad.
Some with attachments, Some without; Some from YOU?, (I have my doubts.)
Was it woman, Child or man; Just who let Spam, Out of its can??
Stuff it back, And please make haste!; Don’t wish to cut, Don’t want to paste.
Now close that can, Staple it shut; Find the duct tape, And wrap it up!
Off the ‘Feed! Inbox is clean; Mail not in need of, Industrial shredding machine!
Then will I shout, Throughout the Land; I grieve you not, Demise of spam!
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Blogs I Love Because of Who I Am | RillaWriter said this on February 25, 2013 at 5:15 pm |
Rilla, I am so deeply touched and ENCOURAGED by your kind remarks. So many times, I end up thinking, “Does anyone really CARE about this silly stuff?” Glad that I can touch someone’s heart and remind them that God is the Specialized God of Tough Situations!
Your blogger friend (and reciprocal fan),
Robin