Yes, I do know, there are those who rape the humble e-mail – even further disappointment ! Divide I up here and thus its myriad abusers into , very broadly enough, say :
1. I e-mail – but shortly before I , hung from my neck
by the left ironed pyjama leg , slip down side-ways from that closed – temporarily- lavatory lid, now closed hopefully for ever.
2. demand, nay, grab Cúchulainnish by a kerne´s hound´s hurley-ball´s churlish throat , me and my present e-mail a hush out in Kepler´s vast, hushed planetary glides and scoops.
3..
2. Because I expect and await and seek / sigh for love from a poor, poorest of glorious execute the e-mail quick.