Spam! Spam! Spam!

Once 'spam' was meat from unknown source
Due to wartime shortages of course
But now it's cloaked in meaning new
For messages of doubtful hue.

Computer programmes now decide
Which mails to show and which to hide
Spam Folders often overflow
With info we don't want to know.

All well and good, I hear you say,
No secretaries exist today
I only want to read real mail;
But what if all these systems fail?

You wait for news – it does not come
A vital date, a tidy sum
Or new address from a dear friend ...
Have you done something to offend?

This fast pace of life is flawed
So check just where your 'spam' is stored
Was that email misdirected?
A quick look and you're reconnected!

(c) Poet in the woods 2019

OK, the title does owe something to "Monty Python's Flying Circus" :-)