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.