Junk Mail Poem by Frank Halliwell

The sun is shining brightly
there's a soft and balmy breeze
and the birds are singing cheerily
around us in the trees..

The day is almost perfect
But prepare an epithet
For those rotten E-mail bombers
..Paparazzi of the net!

They waste our time and money
And invade our privacy
Try to escape and type, 'remove'
Is just a fallacy!

You don't want their advertising?
Is there a means that exists
To avoid their download garbage
and keep your name off their lists?

I will complain to anyone
Who would try to impose
Their advertising on me,
and refuse to buy from those!

I suppose we should be thankful
Though junk mail's a bitter pill,
That unlike the paparozzi scum,
There's no way these can kill!