Spam Poem

From a spam I just got (This is almost… something):

Their expensive round boots is thinking.
Her white shining glasses adheres.
The white spoon calms-down.
His brothers slopy t-shirt stands-still.

One thought on “Spam Poem

  1. You got that as spam? Cool! I think they’ve finally hit upon a method of delivery people will actually stop and read.

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