My friend Ross Waring coined a new word today. I was reading him some of the excellent poetry that I received in my spam and he said,  “Spam Poetry? You mean SPOETRY?”

I had to immediately post that to the world just in case he was the first to coin it.

For your reading pleasure below, I have attached some fine spoetry that I received this morning:

It’s a bit like listening to a language CD-ROM or an idiot savant artificial intelligence robot:

Did those students miss eating last winter?.
Is the scientist missing praying?.
I didn’t love dancing for two hours..
Some store clerks like working in London..
Doesn’t Sarah remember shouting slowly?.
Cathy hasn’t practiced reading yet..
The politicians dislike playing all day long..
Doesn’t Suzanne like skiing among the trees?.
The guards don’t often love reading..
Joseph doesn’t dislike praying carelessly..
That farmer is not missing reading..

In case anybody is interested, the reason for including spoetry in the spam is so that it will trick the spam filters that use statistical analysis to determine by word count whether or not spam is spam. Just part of the ongoing adaptation and mutation of the spam arms race.

You’ve got to love humans for their persistence and tenacity in creating arms races on all fronts: (weapons, viruses, spam, corporate battles)