The email servers have been down all day.
And though they will return eftsoon, know this:
If your message is not writ in meter,
It shall in outbox idly wait and sit.
Only emails of a certain nature,
Shall through our IT's wall of fire traverse.
And people: please, I am not your mother
Determine for yourself the correct verse.
Of war and a man I sing: no good.
I took the one less traveled by: almost.
I saw the best minds of my gen-: too much.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Do not -- do NOT believe that I enjoy this.
Hot brands do scald my gut with every line.
But the interests of the office must trump
Desire to hide my muse, and passions fine.
O folks, come on, this ain't rocket science.
Do not respond with any abstract poem,
But in our august literary past
Find the correct meter. * WORK NOT FROM HOME *
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