Posted on by Larry Jones

The Poetry of Spam

Some junk mail is too beautiful to keep to oneself:

ScrollIf your “prick-horse” is not glad for you
and give brake for you
come to us.
You’ll feel that curb “it” is impossible.
You must come to us now
and you’ll be a real cowboy legend.
We wait you today, because the hot week
of discounts is now.
Don’t miss your chance.

As with most great literature and poetry, I don’t know exactly what it’s about, but I know I don’t want to miss my chance.

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7 Replies to “The Poetry of Spam”

  1. Don’t you love it when you feel that curb?

    Feelin’ that curb’s what it’s all about, baby.

    btw, (btw, btw is youngster hipster-IM-speak for “by the way.” Just so you know.)

    🙂

    I like the way you designed your little post. Pretty!

  2. like all spam, this lovely poem is about penile enlargement options. although i have to criticize it…i mean prick horse…that’s like saying penis penis.

    why not go with hairy horse or something like angry horse. that’d be like saying hairy penis…or angry penis. angry penis…

    hmmm…

    that’s like saying…

    should i continue?

  3. Blue Girl – In light of G.D.’s erudite explication above, I am now of the opinion that the author meant that I will feel it impossible to control (“curb”) my rearing steed. So, you know, stand back!

    G.D. – Yes, by all means, continue. I love it when you talk dirty like that.

    I, however, will skip the various possible raunchy retorts here, on the subject of angry, hairy, horsey penises, because that’s just how I roll.

  5. It looks like something you would see on Engrish.com. Almost Haiku-like if it weren’t for all the extra syllables and that fact that it’s not a haiku.

    What is a prick-horse by the way? Is that like a pornographic unicorn or something?

  6. Ain’t Never Scared – Women need this information as much as men, since we boys are not eager to admit that our prick horses are not glad for us.

    Brent – Yes, very close to Haiku, except for the form. Good to see you back, you old prick horse, you.

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