Snail Mail
Oh, how I remember the old snail mail
Reading in the microscopic detail
From the one rightful owner of the tale
Now,instant messaging, the holy grail
Spreads half cooked word instantly without fail
Distorting it immensely in its trail
Announcements and news burst in with the gale
I prefer authentic, even if stale
Written on 08/23/2016
Contest: Monorhyme Mania by John Hamilton
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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