If virus senders were fond of poetry
I would send them as many as to read
Sleeping under cooler shed of a tree
And feel as if applying balm on head.

My e-mail accounts suddenly collapsed.
Instead of me send to your accounts
My virus happy friends sent me mails
From my account to me in my accounts.

They deserve hat off to head cut off
And lie under cool sheds of the tree
But why to wish ill of any such doer
Virus has short life to live and die.

Long live sender! Quick pass O, virus!
Virus minus virus! Happy days for us!