The old bush telegraph is disappearing,
It has seemed to be replaced…
Now that we have this modern technology,
Which we’ve all embraced…
Facebook, Twitter and Snapchat,
Are just to name a few…
As the age of mobile texting,
Is the preferred language of the new…
The telephone is acceptable,
But is seldom used to talk…
As it’s only used to read,
All those texts’ as you walk …
Yes it’s a changed world out there,
No longer do we need a book…
If you’re in need of information,
The internet is where you look…
Yes I have mastered this device,
Or so I like to think…
But at times I get frustrated,
And it drives me to the drink…
And now there’s a new player,
That’s replaced the telegram…
It hides amongst your emails.
They like to call it spam…
No it’s not the stuff your eat,
Not that meat that’s in a tin…
This is low life individuals,
Who steal your identity within…
You might think you’ve won the lotto,
Or have a chance to win a car…
But they are all just thieves,
With their fancy repertoire…
This spam is to be deleted,
Don’t fall into their trap…
Just push that little button,
And get rid of all that crap…
Now I do feel better,
At least until tomorrow comes,
When I start to read my email’s,
And I’m confronted by these scums…
Len Newey