And Now It's Time For...SPAM Poetry™

I had a number of very good spams when I got back from my weekend. 80+ messages, 70+ of which were spam. Here are the latest SPAM Poetry™ compositions.

This first one is called ( My Dirty Wife )

Very subtle, that reference to overhearing the poem as a conversation between two people on a golf course. Quite My Last Duchess. Or not. Of course, if you prefer hard core, perhaps you'd be more interested in ( Feline Taxidermy )

Hmm. I'm not sure what's up with the pseudo-Finnish opening line, but I'm not a critic. But if that one still doesn't get your literary *chortle* juices flowing, how about ( It's Time To Change )

I'm unsure about the wisdom of taking career advice from bad poetry. Perhaps you'd like to know about the ( Internet New Pharmacy )

I think it was the final couplet in that last one that brought the tear to my own eye, or it might have been the fast, loose calories which obviously have a bad reputation. But as heart-wrenching as that one was, according to this one, I could ( Grow Huge )

After spending all that money on Feline Taxidermy, online prescriptions, diet aids, PPV wife-porn and gosh-knows what all else, now I need ( Extra Money )

I think the oddly repetitious style of that last one is what makes it, for me, the most "artsy" of the lot. Repetition is all the rave, y'see. Because saying the same thing in more than one way makes it stand out. Like...a PENIS that's HARD all the time.

Or something.

Tune in next time for the next unforgettable issue of Spam Poetry™