User:Aaron Brenneman/Userpage items/Poems/10
Sjakkalle (Check!) 15:16, 23 January 2006
- The ballad of the really nasty snake
- In an office sits a man
- hands on his chin,
- sad and upset because
- the money is not in.
- Really he has all the,
- most wonderful wares
- But no one will buy them 'cause,
- nobody cares.
- Nobody knows about,
- the things he can sell
- Adspace is really dear so,
- things are not all well.
- But he has found a most,
- wonderful paradise,
- where everyone will see the pills.
- that work so well on mice
- A link to the cure all pills,
- the powders and what's more?
- Links to the frills and thrills,
- his spirits start to soar!
- Anyone can add things here,
- so why cannot he?
- And really the best thing of all,
- is that it is so free.
- But in this fruitful paradise
- lies a nasty snake
- who kills and strikes at everything
- the man leaves in his wake.
- The poor links the cure all pills
- the powders... Oh, my, my!
- When the snake sets eyes on it,
- we wave the links bye-bye.
- The snake in its malevolence,
- to be really mean.
- Tells people off for spamming more,
- than any we have seen.
- And so poor old businessman,
- who's sad tale I just sang.
- He would have all the treasures now,
- but for the snake's black fang.