Great poem by Dan. I have been thinking of new poem/short story ideas, one of which I would like to construct around the story Jeffrey shared here earlier about the pick-up messages passed between riders on the London tube. I have also recently grown enamored of the increasingly clever subject headings for junk emails. My two most recent favorites: "hate that I love you" and "you make my world beautiful."
I hate that I love you and that you make my world beautiful; don't you want to meet a boy who sings himself to sleep at night while looking at the stars?
We have been trying to contact you because your account information has changed, and you know that you don't want to disappoint your girlfriend late at night.
I used to be a princess in Nigeria but now my husband, the prince, is dead and we are wiring you all of our fortune. Please send us your bank account information.
We have diplomas for every subject, but we can't help those who won't help themselves. That's why we installed the drive-thru window for the late-night pharmacy. Please don't disappoint us.
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Great poem by Dan. I have been thinking of new poem/short story ideas, one of which I would like to construct around the story Jeffrey shared here earlier about the pick-up messages passed between riders on the London tube. I have also recently grown enamored of the increasingly clever subject headings for junk emails. My two most recent favorites: "hate that I love you" and "you make my world beautiful."
So here's a poem of my own:
"The Wrong Email Messages: Send to JUNK"
I hate that I love you and that
you make my world beautiful;
don't you want to meet a boy
who sings himself to sleep at night
while looking at the stars?
We have been trying to contact you
because your account information
has changed, and you know that you
don't want to disappoint your
girlfriend late at night.
I used to be a princess in Nigeria
but now my husband, the prince,
is dead and we are wiring you
all of our fortune. Please send us
your bank account information.
We have diplomas for every subject,
but we can't help those who
won't help themselves. That's why we installed the drive-thru window
for the late-night pharmacy.
Please don't disappoint us.
Thanks, Eileen, for that little gift.
Well, Jeffrey, as one of my emails tells me this morning, "I'll never stope loving you." Yes, that's right: stope.
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