I swear to God these are, word for word, the three spam messages sitting in my spam inbox right now (bold is the title, with the thumbnail bit following):*
Lloyd returned when she had gone – when I awoke, ‘I don’t know if you’ll be able to do anything with her,’ said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!** ‘It all starts again.’
It’s a new genre: spam flash fiction. You heard it here first. And this.
* N.b., punctuated by me.
** okay, and Edward Lear.
Coming soon, probably: some kind of a rant about Bright Star.
2 Comments
November 3, 2009 at 11:14 am
Dear Katy
I thought you should have had a link to the Spam song as performed by Monty Python.
Best wishes from Simon
November 3, 2009 at 11:26 pm
Flarf in reverse. You have truly found the lazy woman’s way to poetic riches. Joe Karbo would be proud.