
I sent myself an email
It ended up in Junk.
At last, some honest feedback
On all the bunk I’ve thunk.
light verse and much, much worse

I sent myself an email
It ended up in Junk.
At last, some honest feedback
On all the bunk I’ve thunk.

When Alexander Graham Bell
Phoned Mr Watson he knew well
The pair of friends would make a killing
By next inventing monthly billing