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.