Short Poem to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to the person who sent the email to me.
Dear acquaintance of the acquaintance of an acquaintance of the acquaintance of some acquaintance of an acquaintance of an acquaintance of the acquaintance of some acquaintance of the acquaintance of my acquaintance,
I'm so glad to be writing to you.
And thanks to the relation of your relation of some relation of your relation of the relation of a relation of their relation of some relation of a relation to my relation,
I'm quite sure this note will get through.
I note that the notes of the notes of a note of some notes of note of the notes of your notes that you have been noting to me
Have been getting quite frequent these days,
And it's clear that your friends and their friends and their friends, and their friends' friends and friends' friends, and their circle of friends' friends
Have something important to say.
So as I dispatch this dispatch with dispatch to another dispatcher who will dispatch this dispatch to other dispatchers who will finally dispatch this dispatch with dispatch to yourself,
Inviting your good self to tea,
And inviting your invitees to invite their invitees, and their invitees' invitees and invite other invitees,
Whoever the hell they may be,
I look happily forward to their looking happily forward to others looking happily forward to still others looking happily forward to them looking happily forward to others looking happily forward to you looking happily forward, too,
To meeting me on the night.
And if you're concerned by a concerning concern of concern that may concern others who may be concerned by such concerning concerns,
Then that concern will be slight;
For there's just a jot of a tittle of a small little bit of an almost quite negligible probabilistically uncertain statistically unlikely but possible chance,
That while we are eating our tea,
I may have just invited to my table that night
Nobody other than me.
Thus, I sign off sincerely,
If not very clearly,
Yours ever, dearly,
TimT
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5 comments:
Your blog is a real favourite, mostly because of such supercool stuff as this posting.
You flatterer, you. If you did any more flattering I'd be positively two-dimensional.
This is a very profound poem.
It is just like they say.
If a single emailer sends an email to someone with the word "karma" in it, it sends a virus that spreads around the world that is felt a thousand times over. Whether you ever drink tea with the original butterfly - errh, emailer, or not.
Or something like that.
At first, I couldn't believe I was keeping on reading. Then, I realised it was because I really like this poem.
your blog is a cart of puppies - am giving up twitter
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