Not so long ago we looked at an awesome piece of spam mail that seemed acutely aimed at the Unhappy Mediator’s proclivity for the scientific. Well, yesterday I found myself once again immersed in my junk folder, and the language lover in me was struck by the inventive word choice and unusual 
rhythms of a handful of emails. They were downright… poetic. Indeed, the subject heads and first lines seemed to form perfect lyrical couplets. Below, a selection that would give even Chaucer a chubby. Shake William’s spear. Thaw Robert’s Frost. Make ee cummings. I’ll stop, I’ll stop.
Sad truth on your size
Potion for heroic banging
Avoid bed-loser’s fate
Love-skill increment
The night is a time to have fun in bed. Make this fun lasting!
Best girl-digging skills
Need your knob up?
Any girl will stay with you
I got a lot about you
In shape for making it?
Harder banging is real
Exploding ardor every night
Want to see her happy tears?
Don’t pay for delivery
High amour degree
Shoot your gin into her vagina
10 seconds and it’s up and firm
Confirm on receiving
No Happy Medium 