a long-distance Internet romance. I kept putting it off because
I had already covered the subject in a comedic way in my
outrageous parody of Personal Home Pages, Just Plain Pookie.
But here it finally is.
E-Mail
E-Mail
Keep your hand on the mouse
And click away,
Click away to no avail---
How many times have I logged on today
To see if I've got mail?Not a sign,
Not a word,
Not a note---
It's been seven days
Since he wrote.Not a note,
Not a word,
Not a sign---
And things had been going
Just fine.He was so free,
So warm and so giving,
All the future plans
He would create!
And isn't that the key,
The secret of living---
To have something wonderful
To anticipate?Not a note,
Not a sign,
Not a word---
I can't understand
What occurred.He'd call me from his office
Several times a day---
He'd call me from his office
Five thousand miles away.
We had so much in common
I really didn't care
If he couldn't phone from home
Because his wife was there.
I don't know who to call
Or where to go---
If something dreadful happened,
How would I know?
How would I know?Not a sign,
Not a word,
Not a note---
It's been seven days
Since he wrote.Not a note,
Not a word,
Not a sign---
And things had been going
Just fine.He was so free,
So warm and so giving,
All the future plans
He would create!
And isn't that the key,
The secret of living---
To have something wonderful
To anticipate?Not a note,
Not a sign,
Not a word---
I can't understand
What occurred.
Could this all have been
Nothing but a lie?
Oh, God, if it were,
Please let me die.