My daughter Laura is the director of a library in Blauvelt, New York, near "the city". Recently the library had to switch e mail systems, so, of course, she wrote a poem about it. Here t is.

Ode to an Olde Email System

Oh Smarter Mail, oh Smarter Mail,
we hate to see you go,
but you had reached your end-of-life
and . . . you . . . were . . . really . . . slow.

And lately when we hit reply
instead you saved a draft.
You might have thought it funny,
but no one out here laughed.
And every piece of spam email
still came to us directly.
If only you had managed
to filter them correctly.

I trusted you to send me
only emails you had vetted.
I gave my banking info out,
which I have since regretted.
And in Nigeria a prince
found money he can send to me,
providing I agree to give
just ten percent to charity.
I hope that we can meet someday
and I can shake his hand
and thank his royal majesty
for the five hundred grand.
And in the meantime, I check on
my bank account each minute,
until the funds he swore he sent
are finally showing in it.

And so olde email system
at last you’ve kicked the bucket.
The only thing that’s left to say
Is SmarterMail, ah &%$# it.

I love it. Hope you do too.

xx, Teal