Yes, there are angels in the net, <br />I can prove it and I am ready to bet. <br /> <br />They send me mails every day offering me money, <br />From Nigeria to London, all set to make my days sunny. <br /> <br />All they want from me is to open an account and deposit few thousand bucks, <br />And all this at an assurance, that I will have millions in my hands, what a luck! <br /> <br />People jealous of me say, whole thing is a lie and a scam, <br />And that I should mark them and put them in a spam. <br /> <br />There is no way I am going to pay heed and put these offers in trash, <br />Am not going to ignore, in the fear that my computer can be hacked or it will crash. <br /> <br />Why will Mrs Langers, whose dying husband left me a lot of money, lie? <br />And the Sheikh! , who sees a lot of potential in me, is all from Dubai. <br /> <br />An online lottery just declared I won millions without buying the ticket, <br />I deserve all the money of his kingdom, says Mr.Fickett. <br /> <br />This is it I will deposit all the money I have in their account right now, <br />And since I will be very rich, so I am naming this, as Project Cash Cow.<br /><br />Soma Mukherjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-net-angels/
