Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.22.41.47

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

When Moses came back down
With his tablets and inscriptions
He left some lying around
With some critical prescriptions

Continued at eleven
Not to stop the count on fingers
If you want to go to heaven
Add these extra rules and stingers

Further shalt and shalt-nots listed
For avoiding castigation
Or for peace at home insisted
And domestic approbation

Thou shalt listen with great care
To She who must be obeyed
You’ll be sorry if you dare
Get it wrong, forgot, delayed

Thou shalt not fret when accused
For you’re wrong, you know you blew it
Don’t attempt to be excused
Hold your tongue or you will rue it

Thou shalt close what should be closed
And leave open what should be
(Might not be what you supposed
Don’t compound sin with that plea!)

Thou shalt eat all food on plate
Clean it up, leave not a jot
You know it’s a crime to waste
Get it down or sin, Mein Gott

Thou shalt be prepared, don’t tarry
When it’s time to gad about
(‘Time’ defined is arbitrary
She at door, already out)

Thou shalt check thy post and messages
The e-mails, even junk
There could be one that takes presages
No matter what you thunk

Old man Moses’ outward bound
Gave full guidance to a nation
Though he took the long way round
Till they reached their destination

Had he not mislaid those stones
Could have missed out so much strife
Looking forward with smart drones
Or just listening to his wife

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required