Whenever I try,
To send you an email,
Many times it seems to fail.
I soon get a message,
That says mailer daemon.
Oh my word,
I thought I was dreamin.
I get an awful warning,
It says 'fatal errors.'
Fatal? Oh my, oh my,
Am I gonna die! ! ! ! ! !
I better start saying,
Some serious prayers.
So I sprout wings,
Then I can fly...
Somewhere's.......
So does this happen,
To you as well? ? ?
Then I guess my friend,
You must have AOL....
This is so silly,
But hot dang,
I'm just a hillbilly.
From 'The Mountain Boys' Gang.
(written by James R. Greene in collaboration
with his kin Lester, Bubba, and Bobbie Joe/August 15,2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem