My friend listen to me
I don't know what you are doing
In fact I have giving you the lawyer
Who you suppose to contact
And I don't really know the reason
Why you are bringing the issue of
The soul called Mr Barrister
John Warosa

Beware the scammer, deceitful and sly,
With promises of fortune, they will try.
They prey on the trusting, the innocent soul,
Leaving behind a trail of lies and toll. - ChatGTP

Deceptive love notes,
Inboxes filled with false gold,
Hearts thrill, caution floats.

There was a man from Peru
whose limericks ended on verse two

I'm here to post on this site
I'm trying with all of my might
But I'm finding it hard
I'm clearly no bard
So I bid thee all a good night

Oh, woe is me, an aged man of eighty-six,
Whose pockets empty and whose spirits nix,
I fell for tricks and schemes of those afar,
And now my savings gone, my hope ajar.

From Africa they came, with promises so sweet,
But now I'm left with nothing but defeat,
I plead and beg for just a chance to mend,
And hope that fate and luck may finally blend.

But not just money, for I also crave,
A partner fair to soothe me in my grave,
An online girlfriend, a beacon in the night,
To chase the shadows and bring me light.

Alas, my tale may seem a tragic play,
But still I pray, for hope shall find a way.

There once was a scammer called Bob,
Who once tried to scam a frog.
The frog at Bob's nose,
And Bob went "oh noes",
And the frog went back to their log.

Writing this haiku
I really cannot do
You know what, fuck you

Mugu.
Mugu mugu.
Mugu mugu mugu mugu.
Mugu mugu mugu.
Mugu.
Guestbook.
Guestbook guestbook.
Guestbook guestbook guestbook.
Guestbook guestbook guestbook guestbook.
Guesbook.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My dick has bled,
And my balls too