He's A Poet And Doesn't Know It!!!!!
Oh Dear, Adrian!
I'm deluged in e-mails!
They come like a flood,
Lots of them rubbish but,
Some of them good!
I'm drowning in Spam!
And I can't catch my breath,
If I don't get some air,
I'll be facing my death.
They go over my head,
Like an overfull drain,
And off the duck's back,
Like proverbial rain.
I can't take them in,
There's so many to read,
Where do they come from?
I suspect that they breed.
But stop e-mails from you?
That's not my wish,
For your mailing is…
A different kettle of fish!
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