E-E-E-Mail I Got Mail Poem by Jasmine Aira

E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail,
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail.
I run to the kitchen,
I run past the stove,
I run across the hall,
I try not to fall.
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail,
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail.
I quickly stop for breath,
I turn to catch a grip,
I fell a little wet,
and I know it ain't my sweat.
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail,
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail.
My mama says stop runnin,
and my daddy rolls his eyes.
I just simply nodd,
and then I sob.
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail,
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail.
As soon as my folks go out,
I quickly raise a shout,
'E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail,
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail.'
As all hope was raised,
I suddenly gave a gaise,
I fell off my seat,
It wasn't mail from my penpal,
It was just junk mail,
all along.
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail,
E-E-E-Mail, I got Mail!