An Elegy for E-Forwards

Imagine my surprise when I find my Mailbox a.k.a MB, all tidy and grinning with pride,

‘That refuse found another refuge named FB, said to be bandwidth-wise wide,

It unspooled deep dark secrets, hence was often called a public confession box,

Now it spawns Email Forwards via Communities in a new avatar, isn’t that a funny hoax,’

‘You spoke too soon, MB,” crackled a celestial voice,

Mails flowed swishing and whooshing, poor MB crashed and lost his poise,

‘Blimey,’ shuddered he, ‘Who goes there? Tell you, these E-Forwards are such a sham…’

‘Wakey, wakey, ’tis not the old faithful, but your new friend, the Spam.’