Jump Around For Emails Have Sound!

This is one the cat never knew. Emails can talk to you. You don't need a special program at all. They just speak to you like when you pick up a call. Not even a robot voice. Humans everywhere must rejoice.

Email can speak.
Out words leak.
Typed and spoken.
What have you been smokin?

Must have been good.
Got it from the hood?
Am I even allowed to say that?
Bah, no one is stopping the cat.

For you read and read.
And read indeed.
Every email that comes.
At least from your chums.

No reading King Abubu.
Or Russian mates for you.
Or Viagra knock off things.
Hey, could give you wings.

Just the normal stuff.
Ignore the fluff.
I've said enough?
Is reading too rough?

Bah, emails can speak.
Time for you to freak.
Because you got high.
Whoops, I told, don't cry.

For a new one is found.
It has a sound.
It's own little twang.
Could be screechy, dang.

Oh, we meet.
No email to delete.
Now you must talk.
Some may even squawk.

But wow, look at you.
Or maybe hear you too.
You don't sound like your email.
That could be a hit or a fail.

It's soooo weird though.
Not how I thought it would go.
You don't sound like your emails.
Oh look, a ship with bunny sails.

How can you sound like an email? Isn't that an instant fail? Unless you voice record them yourself or get input from a magic little elf. But you don't sound like your email. Is that even possible to hit the trail? The cat may have thought about that too much. Hey, maybe don't reach out and touch. I may not sound like my post. That could be bad at our coast. I'll go back to the sounds of the singing bass. At least he makes a sound to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.