If I were a songwriter, I would be grabbing my guitar and propping it in my lap in order to compose a little bluesy ditty I would call the Spam Folder Blues. It would begin with the simple verse:
I am a commenting fool when it comes to you.
I comment when you make me smile.
I comment when it is worth my while.
All the words I write are true,
Yet categorically considered Spam, by the Word Press Crew
I must write like a spammer, my words must be too few.
I have the Spam Folder Blues! Oh yes, I’ver got the spam folder blues.
Take a moment to check your Spam folder and see what clever (in my mind) messages I left on your page.
Lyrics must be attributed to me. No one else would claim them! I never said I was a songwriter.