Spam — the gift that keeps on annoying.
It’s something everyone seems to get, more or less, no matter how good the spamfilter. It can eat your time, your patience and your sanity. But it still keeps on coming! I say, if you can’t beat it, then use it.
The next time you’ve got a moment or two, or feel you can get away with a little goofing off, why don’t you try some Spam poetry!
The rules are simple — you may only use the subject line, as is, lines arranged in any order to form as intriquing a composition as you can muster from what you’re given. Oh, and you must promise not to forward any of your spam to me! Poetry, yes, source material, NO!
Ahem. My first attempt, titled
“Imposition, 8-10″
Hi, pearl-besprinkled
How much does your image cost?
Survey, discount meds
Your Montana grayling
Yam-yam-yam
Your parula blue.
What do you think, should I quit my day job?
