Nigel resorts to poetry

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Ms Philpott,

I have reached the conclusion that prose is not an effective medium for communicating with your type. So I have developed an alternative strategy:

An envelope in my system tray
An Outlook beep on a working day
I seize the mouse in resignation
I know I won't want this information.
I asked myself, "I wonder what is this?
An ad for a potion to enlarge my *****?
Or perhaps it's not. In fact, I'll bet
It's another chance to take on some debt."
It's even worse: how can this be true?
It's catastrophic drivel from you.
The fable itself is mawkish and trite
the moral is obvious: it offers no insight.
As a fairy tale it just takes the piss
The Brothers Grimm did better than this!
It's infecting the net like AIDS or the flu
And who is to blame? Well, let's start with you.
Cut just one link and the chain's incomplete.
You don't have to Forward. You can Delete!
Will all your friends appreciate this tale?
Or just those who're gay and/or female?


Pass this message on to 7 people except you and me, and by tomorrow, 7 people will be royally pissed off with you.

Kind Regards

Nigel Blinman

The chain email looked like this:

FW: Family 

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, 
Oh excuse me please" was my reply. 
He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you." . 
We were very polite, this stranger and I. 
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told, 
How we treat our loved ones, young and old. 
Later that day, cooking the evening meal, 
My son stood beside me very still. 
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. 
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown. 
He walked away, his little heart broken. 
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. 
While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, 
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the
children you love, you seem to abuse. 
Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. 
Those are the flowers he brought for you. 
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. 
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the
tears that filled his little eyes." 
By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. 
I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," 
I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" 
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're 
pretty like you. 
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." 
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't
have yelled at you that way. 
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." 
I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially 
the blue." 

FAMILY Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?

So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means? 
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU 

Pass this message to 7 people except you and me. You will receive a miracle tomorrow. 
Don't ignore and the Creator will bless you 


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