Spam Poetry

Got a weird spam email this morning. It’s a time of year when relatives are sending out random e-cards all the time, with no announcement, so I wasn’t quite sure whether this was legit. Not wanting to click any links or fetch any images in a dodgy-looking email, I went to the source. Lo! It contained a whole bunch of text, I guess to try to get it past the spam filters, and not only was the text nothing to do with the subject (Letter From Santa For Your Child) but it’s a shining dadaist sonnet. Here’s a bit:

Set the pan to two pounds of milk. Sweeten it with boiling fat, and add the fire, by the backbone, and yet been tossed in boiling coffee essence when cold water, pepper, salt, and skin; cover it on the top, leaving the water, with powdered sugar, and you can be followed using the mushrooms and salt and let them fry lightly the vegetable. It should never wrote the yolk of Brussels sprouts. Do the mixture as much, and eat on it over them. Put a pound of the form a puree and turnip, potato with a well-buttered frying-pan, dust of egg.

So, 1) don’t click anything in that email but 2) enjoy some weird food Engrish!