Poetry du Spam

Life gets in the way of my blogging. And I'm actually fine with that. Nope, no qualms. I'm unmodern like that. I worry about stuff like moving abroad in less than 2 weeks. (hyperventilanting)

At any rate, my Spam folder has saved the day once more. On numerous other occasions I have found the Spam folder of my gmail account to be an endless source of poetic amusement (See exhibits A and B ).

Today, rather than have to assemble the goods myself, this ready-to-ponder piece of fragmentary lyricism came my way (courtesy of a letter from Alissa Oakes, undoubtably ze grand old lady of spam poetry (for she qualifies NOT as one of the spam-list celebrities of my soap opera, not with a reasonable name like that!)).
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Look affluent regardless of your wage

(presumably) by Alissa Oakes

i am looking forward to a date with grant.
2. to keep the bedrooms clear i throw all the dirty laundry in the laundry room and shut the door. out of sight, out of mind!
i found that amazing old shirt (we're big fans) at the thrift store for $1 and it's so soft.
i am craving some sunshine.
i am not going to worry...about a thing.
she'll be here friday and saturday april 3rd and 4th, and she'll be taking appointments for all day/ night both days at my house.
there's a tiny restaurant
doesn't she look like lucy from chronicles of narnia?
see you then!
like this one, from sweet mary, that she left on the clean room post: "Your house seems so organized.
i am blocking my two latest projects today and will show them tomorrow.
have a happy st. patrick's day.
you sit at the counter
i told cate about st. patrick's day and ireland- she has a lot of irish ancestors through me.
soft and long lacy scarf light enough for spring, extra long for winter wrapping, elegant enough for church, cute enough for a tshirt... i really love this scarf pattern (gee can you tell?).
i am going to turn on some good music and choose to be happy.
my happy plans for this evening include knitting and watching two favorite movies: far and away followed by tristan and isolde.
interested? i think it would be so fun.
last minute trip to idaho to see my sister- so much better than home blogging!
really really happy.
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Anyone else get the feeling that this brings blog plagiarism to a whole new level? Not only has miss Oakes sent this directly to my mailbox, she has also (under the guise of a pseudonym, no doubt) done a similar deed, including fragments from this very same poem, and sent the results to this guy, who was gracious enough to replicate the bizarre layout of the poem, which I slaughtered so you can actually read it.

Yes, I am too easily amused. But apparently The Art of Spam is intriguing more people than me.

On a side note: Leaving for Toronto in 12 days. (panic) Yeeeeek!!!