Only by reading the poems of friends did I find Carry On Tuesday http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/. They had a fun prompt for this week, the title of an Abba song: Slipping Through My Fingers. To supplement this fabulous prompt, when I opened my email this morning, I discovered this wonderful opportunity from the daughter of the Nigerian Oil Minister. She needs help in smuggling her deceased father’s $10,000,000 into the States. I believe I’ve written about the Nigerian scams before, but it doesn’t hurt to remind people. Here we go.
Oh, and I think this will be the last poem in iambic pentameter for a while. I’m finally burning out.
NIGERIA COMES THROUGH
by Mike Patrick
I heard the knock of opportunity.
At last, uncalled, it came direct to me.
No slipping through my fingers any more,
my dream, at last, was knocking at my door.
It came to me–this short and sweet email;
a road to riches, in sublime detail,
from powers higher than I’ve ever known.
I did not even have to use the phone.
Ten million dollars–minus some percent;
already mine and waiting to be spent.
From me, the only item they would need
was bribery cash, in order to proceed.
With trembling hands I sent the needed draft
along to pay the oil commission graft.
Included was my bank’s new routing code.
For added speed, my password I bestowed.
So now, anticipation makes time drag.
How long before I get my moneybag?
I know I’m rich, this feeling is so great.
My friendly banker’s calling now. What? Wait!