Twas The Night Before Christmas Poem From The Blakester

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the internet,
Not a Spammer was Spamming,
Not a Hacker was Hacking .
The Master Marketers and Trainers
where all snuggled in thier beds
With hopes of many sales while they slept,
dancing in thier heads.
As The Blakester and his crew settled down
for for thier long Vacation,
out of the internet thier came a tremendous clatter
from the Internet station,
As I sprang from the ding, ding, ding,
of the Skype sensation.
Away to my lap top, I flew with attention.
Ripped open my email and started surfing.
Opened up my Wowzza and people couldn’t stop blurting.
Join me now. Join me now..
Pre-Launch is now live
get in before the masses.
When really all of them needed classes.

How can I succeed and use this place wisely?
Is what they should ask very very nicely.

When they all caught on,
they understood the sensation.
The Blakester was back from Vacation,
with his enterouge he started to shout,
Darren, Tula, Marcus, Tina, Bob,
and all of the others can’t we foget about thier past,
and we will drop our druthers.
If they want to really learn how its done after Christmas.
Let them come join our group and be as blessed as the rest of us.
The Signups in my inbox gave me Hope and attention.
Could it be? could it be? Did I get another sale?
Oh no Dadgome it it’s a social network spammer,
quick lets bail.
As we end this tonight with roar and lots of glammer.
Remember above all don’t be a spammer.
If you want to learn from a great team
come to The Blakester and you will see what I mean.

Merry Christmas
Skype: The-Blakester
http://www.RobertBlakely-TheBlakester.com