Spammers will do anything to make it past filters--even, it seems, compose poetry. I received this in my email box this morning, and I thought it at least as creative as anything that refrigerator magnet poetry kit can come up with. Perhaps Madonna could rely on spammers to compose lyrics for her next album.

Her shining spoon spit and still our children round wine prepare for fight.
Her white little forg snores.
Whose little tv fidgeting and his brothers well-crafted printer walks and still whose well-crafted soda stands still.
The smart shining omprella is on fire.
His brothers hairy computer stinks.
Our children purple small paper snores.
Any small round computer is on fire and perhaps our children stupid binocyles walks.

Rather ee cummings-esque, wouldn't you agree? I especially like the line "The smart shining omprella is on fire." And to think it was all composed in hopes of bringing traffic to a site for, ahem, "casting couch girls."