My mother said, I never should
Talk to strangers in the wood
She didn't say, (or did she forget?)
About talking to strangers on the internet.
From whence did you spring
And others of your kind?
Are you real or a figment of my mind?
Perhaps you exist
In a parallel universe
A place like earth
But, which functions in reverse
When you are sad,
You shout 'Whoopee' and chortle
But when you are happy
You cry quietly by your portal
We pass away,
So you must be immortal.
Abject apologies for the last few lines!!
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