Who am I to be in a 'Who's Who? '
Who is he to know I deserve to?
I got a call from a Miss Prentice,
Who said, such an honor, I should not miss.
She managed to extract my profile
And make me euphoric for a while.
Then I was sobered by their billing
Just before they could make a killing.
They could not take what they wanted
For, by precedents, I was haunted;
I had entrusted others, offshore
With my credit card numbers, before!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey, i too recd smthng like this a couple of years ago...i just didn't pay heed as i knw who's me!