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In which I take the disguised contents of a spam asking me to invest in Ever Glory Internation Group and turn it into a poem.
That lobster cocktail Fleur had given him the Sunday before last
Don't worry
we'll snare the just-right cuckoos
somehow
There they'd be in
the dark
floating about
It was Michael's own
(subconscious thought!)
And, with
a nervous movement,
he felt for the codicilin his breast pocket.
That lobster cocktail Fleur had given him the Sunday before last
Don't worry
we'll snare the just-right cuckoos
somehow
There they'd be in
the dark
floating about
It was Michael's own
(subconscious thought!)
And, with
a nervous movement,
he felt for the codicilin his breast pocket.
There they'd be in
the dark
floating about
The French and the royal family
have a very sound habit
of getting it over early
Bit too full-blooded, sir, and that's a fact
The woman was still
in the same attitude;
the same florid scent
was in the air
He never saw his nephew
without wondering
when
he would say
Look here, Uncle Soames, I'm up a stump
I'm desperate, and I'll take her from you if I
can
George stared up at him a long time before he answered
You can chuck my books
over to some other publisher
George stared up at him a long time before he answered
You can chuck my books
over to some other publisher
Bit too full-blooded, sir, and that's a fact
He recalled the nickname
George
had once given him
the undertaker!
And, still
with closedeyes
he added: I couldnt help it
It was Michaels own subconscious thought!
Taking it under his arm, he moved
his tired
legs in the direction of the Bridge
Certainly he had not
seen
him
in the bay window for months past
Its a lot of money
Soames could not help saying.
Well, he said,
(holding himself hard together)
dont forget I love you
awfully!
There were other reasons conducing to light-heartedness:
That lobster cocktail Fleur had given him the Sunday
before last;
The face in the glass turned round, and became the back of a clipped sandyish head.
The face in the glass turned round, and became the back of a clipped sandyish head.
He took up the other
and did the same to it
He stood at his dressing-table
took one up
and looked at it.
Comments
Love this, and great idea. I've always found the disguise text they put in those spam messages to be... imaginative.
We had a similar assignment in one of my college classes but used snippets (literally) out of an old book (a biography of Byron's daughter, I believe). Something about that didn't exactly feel right, but we did have some great results.
Fun stuff!