Fablespinners: Literature's Online Open Mic!

by Victor Om Shanti

I am a man of constant sorrow
That email chain I did not send
To fourteen friends
And close-knit kinfold
I was to send it on its way.
To close-knit kinfolk
He was to send.

I did not send it
As was instructed to
All my friends
On the internet.

It promised me before tomorrow
Unbounded sex, and cash for free.

If only I'd clicked
The forwarding key.

But there was a warning
So filled with dread
I did not heed
Perhaps, didn't read.

Woe to them who thinks
This message spam
And does not send
They'll wish they'd b'dead
Now a crown of thorns
Sits on my head.
a crown of thorns
sits on his head.

I am a man of constant sorrow
That chain email
I did not send
First, my O.S. died
Then my hard drive fried
Before I cried,
"Norton, rescue me!"
Before he cried,
"Norton, rescue me!"

Be sure you heed
Email you read
But don't accept
From your lovers and friends
It may spell your end.
From lovers and friends
May spell your end.

So, if you've learned a lesson
From my tale of woe
Pass this on to ten folks
That you know
Or else you'll reap
What you should sow.
Or else you'll reap
What you should sow.

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