The Plane Crash
The Plane Crash
By Elton Camp
A plane has gone down.
No relatives can be found.
Millions in the bank account.
Truly an astonishing amount
All will go to the state.
For money, a sorry fate.
I’d rather it goes to you.
Just send me a share too
Notify that you now accept.
Then the money can be kept.
First send me a little data.
Nothing I ask will matter.
What’s your occupation?
Resident of what nation?
Address of your e mail
Send to me without fail.
Your own street address?
Then you will have success
In getting this vast sum.
It will very quickly come.
Oh, I and can’t forget to say
That a cash fee you must pay
Your bank number send along.
Receive this wealth for a song.
I work at the Bank of Nigeria.
My motives are not ulterior.
We just truly love to share
With rich Americans over there
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