Beneath The Cream:
A Piece Of Spam I Just Received, Re-Set As A Poem
beneath the cream.
The flesh tosses
past the tin circuit.
The steep exit noses
The biased cylinder floors
The insistence dies near the flaw.
Th-th-that’s all, folks! I felt that I had to honor this particular piece of spam mail, as it has NAILED sentence structure. Anyway, now it is a poem.
The zeros that replace some of the Os in the piece above were inserted by me, in an attempt to keep Google from classifying my blog as “absolutely riddled with spam.”