Oh no! spammers are getting literate

[supernova]

Usually this stuff is so nonsensical, I just bask in the absurdity. But I found this in my work email this am. Still absurd but recognizable. :crazy:

back upon it for ever and for ever. Oh, home, home. Oh dear, dear

family down to the latest posterity. As to Mrs. Micawber, I dont
overheard the people speaking of it at their doors. Many were hard another hat when I first knew her. - already hanging on its little
escorted her home. As she stood in her garden, holding up her flat blasphemy against the system to have hinted such a doubt then,
for any light it threw upon her thoughts; until she broke silence Littimer, who, with undiminished respectability, made me a bow, and
not that he had lost his good looks, or his old bearing of a night, was infinitely more terrific than when I had seen it last.
After a moments survey of me, the sharp-looking lad decided to let time for me; and I got through the rest of the week by looking
by paying her off, throwing the first pitcher she planted on the to tell her what I have already written in its place in these
I felt so injured by the inconsequential nature of this charge, audacity of Traddles, and his small hopes of a livelihood for
Fine scholar, said Mr. Dick, touching me with his finger. Why pain or anxiety that the reality could have caused him. He read
For a long time, though studying and working patiently, I had speculating which was the lonelier, those solitary regions, or a
staircase, a supernumerary whom she engaged from the outer world. YOU love him? You? she cried, with her clenched hand, quivering
coming. Nor had I long to watch, for, at the first chime of the to think as she was found, and it was gone. I doent know why I do
up sometimes, and asked me what I thought of the prospect. I said at your aunts door, doent you go nigh it. Let it be her - not
Uriah Heep, said Mr. Wickfield, in a monotonous forced way, is some allusion to tomorrow morning, I unluckily let out that, being
and felt my heart beat high, and the blood rush to my face, for it all the just debts of the deceased, and deducting his share of
That night. I have never seen her since. I went back, after to her that morning. She knew no more than I did, where he was
should die without her. I told her that I idolized and worshipped hope to gain its end. There is no such thing as such fulfilment on
being divided between my desire to appear to advantage, and my disparaging whole vineyards of inaccessible grapes; but I found

[AllegroRondo]

1. Amazing. Most of my spam reads like Vogon poetry.

but this actually looks like someone tried.

[Reverend_Smitty]

2. I love getting those types of spam e-mails...they are so much fun to read

Someone needs to compile a book of spam poetry