I received a scam message in my mailbox today
From ‘Helena Lambert’ but the same in every way
To the one mentioned in my 17th ‘poem a day’
Which makes me wonder who
Is still falling now for these obvious tricks
Of hidden fortunes and a quick money fix
With the hint of rewards thrown into the mix
That are so clearly untrue
It must be the same people who get sucked in
To the phone in shows that they will never win
And the scratch card cons you find within
Magazines all the time
That tell you that you have either won
A grand holiday out in the hot sun
Or a car that will bring you a great deal of fun
If you call their premium rate line
Why can’t they see such an obvious hitch
In sending away money to make yourself rich
Why doesn’t that thought make their brains itch
Enough to spot the swizz
But I have hope that they will come through
If they just learn what we already knew
If something sounds too good to be true
That's because it is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I am sure you will all correct me if I wrongly recall but Moses stopped after 40 days and 40 nights and I wondered if I could open this page and here you still are I guess you won at 41 and as for me, I've swizzed the spot and yet again enjoyed your plot