Every morning when I awake
My first chore of the day
is to check my e-mail
and this without fail
before I get my day underway

While I wait to connect
I smile to think of my friends
that never fail to please,
for there on my list
are those that I've missed
those that I chat with and tease.

I look at the screen
and see that I received
ten messages while I slept
It pleases me to know
that they've thought of me so
and in their dreams I've been kept>

As I open the first message to appear on my list,
I think fond thoughts of my friend,
and how when I've had a bad day,
she never hesitates to say,
that she has a few smiles to lend

Her message, now open, and on my screen,
and I scroll to see what she wrote.
Probably some lines
To tell me she's fine
and to send me a hug with the note

Instead I am looking
at a long list of names
It seems that this isn't for me
Instead it's for ALL, Bill, karen and Paul
and 25 more that I see

I read it and find at the bottom a link
to a page some other lady penned
flowery poetry and prose
which this person composed
and lent it to others to send

The next message I see
Is from someone I think....
yes, it's a person I once said hello to
He wants to tell me, and another hundred and three
I could never get along without you!

As my trash pile builds
I go to the next
message that got put in my mail
In it I find
Little Johnnie's in bind
and I need to tell the world without fail

The next message I open
Is from a dear friend of old
Someone I now seldom see
Surely she'll say
in her own little way
"Come over, we'll have some tea"
Instead I discover
That if I could send
This message to all that I know
A trip to disney
Is waiting for me
And the whole world could also go

It went on from there,
my delete button got used
more than I care to tell
a bunch of junk
I could fill up a trunk
and still need more room as well

And then there's the one
That came to me today
that promised a fate worse than death
It was from little louise That had a disease
And was litterally on her last breath

What the person that sent it wasnt aware of is Louise is now 40 years old, she spends her days
amused at the ways
people believe all their told

So, when I read on a message received
If I don't obey it - it's morbid, I say what the hay, and delete it anyway, for I hate to receive a damned forward We've chatted, we've shared, we've bared our souls,
We're the best of friends, I know,
and in morning it would be so nice
to read your words telling me so.

I run to my keyboard to get on-line
and look to my mail right away
and to my delight, I see something from you
I can't wait to see what you say!

As I wait for your message to be retrieved,
I think of what I will see
Will it be a note, a personal thought
Saying, "Your friendship means the world to me?"

Excitedly, I stare ahead,
with a huge smile across my face
I hardly notice the list of names,
It's to your message, I race.

"What, no message?" I think out loud,
And included at the bottom, is a page,
It's then that I notice your mail list
A list a mile long, HUGE by any gague!

Dejectedly, I click on the address,
And before me the page appears,
Some flowery poem about how your so touched,
And how our friendship will last thru the years.

That afternoon I log back on,
to see that it's finally there
Surely this is the note I waited for,
The one YOU wrote about how much you care

It's painfully obvious when I again see your list
That this is not a note for ME!
This one's a message promising riches,
As long as I send it to another two hundred and three.

I roll my eyes, position my finger,
And chuckle under my breath
Knowing all the while, if I hit delete,
My fate would be worse than death!

"Who cares?" I say to myself,
And maybe you think it's morbid,
But anything I get for getting rid of the thing
Is much better than another damned FORWARD!

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