eee1313 | Another bad e-mail.

Remember how last week I ranted about this ridiculous e-mail I received from a local temping group? Well, I must have somehow inadvertantly gotten on the client list, because another message showed up today.

It's only a week from st. patty’s day [sic, no capitalization], or as my Irish friend calls it; "pre-game"! [Exclamation point, then quotation mark. Also, way to be stereotypical in a company e-mail, which you're sending out to lots of people, some of who may take offense to the idea that all Irish people are drunkards. My family is Irish, and none of them drink. (Then again, they're Northern Protestant Irish, so it's a different group.) Still, not cool for a work-related e-mail to potential clients you don't know.] Which also means that it is that time of year again - the annual limerick contest: [Joy. Here we go.]

In honor of good ol' St. Patrick's Day, [10 syllables]
Submit your most clever limerick today, [10 or 11, depending on how you say "limerick"]
And as we've always done in previous years, [11]
[Temping Agency] will award the best with cheers, [12]
And a day's worth of freelance work without pay! [11]

[Terrible. That's the kind of crap that would get a C- at best in my English classes.]

Yup! It's true, [should be a semicolon] write back with a limerick and the winner with the most creative and witty poem will be rewarded with a day's worth of freelance work for free!

To help you out: A limerick is a five-line poem written with one couplet and one triplet with a rhyme pattern is A A B B A. [Also, normally there's a stressed syllable between two unstressed syllables, or two unstressed followed by a stressed syllable. But obviously this woman knows nothing of meter.]

And now for this week's hot talent... Please let me know if you'd like to see more info on anyone below. [At least she's consistent in her crazy e-mailing. She rambles for a few paragraphs about completely unexpected stuff, and the pimps out the temps afterwards.]

Cheers!
[Boo.]

So I decided to take up her challenge and write a limerick of my own.

There once was a woman named Rose
Who wrote the most terrible prose.
She sent spam e-mail
Each week without fail,
So off of her mailing I goes.

Ta-da!