I was sittin’ at my computer, <br />When a man’s face came on the screen. <br />“What are you orderin’ that plaque fer? <br />Gonna hang it in your latrine? ” <br /> <br />“I was plannin’ on hangin’ <br />my poem on the wall.” <br />“HAH! It’s a scam. Don’t start bangin’ <br />That nail in! ” I began to feel small. <br /> <br />“Just because they want to sell me a plaque? ” <br /> I began to yell, <br /> Just like that? <br />WHAM, BAM, IT’S A SCAM! ” <br /> <br />Shaken, I prepared to mail my entry poem <br />To Poetry.plume. <br />I tell you, that man’s mouth, it began to foem, <br />And my suspicions began to blume. <br /> <br />“They’ll publish anyone! ” <br />“But I like readin’ a variety of poetry. <br />But you mean when all’s said and done…” <br />“Faster than you can count one, two, three, <br />“WHAM, BAM, IT’S A SCAM! <br /> <br />And the Gargle Shlomp Contest? <br />Does it unmask a fake? <br />What does that prove, Mam? ” <br />“With the number of poems, it could be a mistake.” <br /> <br />“You plan to attend a convention? <br />They don’t take place. <br />Getting’ money is their intention, <br />THAT is the true case. <br />WHAM, BAM, IT’S A SCAM! ” <br /> <br />I had attended such a convention, <br />I didn’t know I’d been had. <br />I thought I had a lovely time. <br />Now, I find it had been bad. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />His face began to fade, <br />I felt so alone. <br />Who would guide me through the maze? <br />I cried, “Can I call you on the phone? ” <br /> <br />There was no answer, <br />The man’s face was gone - <br />Lost in computer haze, <br /> <br />But looking outside at sunrise, <br />Sad and forlorn, <br />I saw his face at dawn, <br />So beautiful, so wise. <br /> <br />We are not alone!<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wham-bam-it-s-a-scam/
