Here are some excerpts from a spam e-mail I received this morning. I think some of this could be postmodern poetry in the right context.
Hi, unfreezable housemaster
Did those musicians persuade Lonnie to pray three years ago?
That manager borrows money.
Thank you, Cassegrainian
Myles Kinsella redelivery
That farmer rowed a boat. I keep the room clean. That guard is not missing running in front of the restaurant right at this time. Don’t you invite Joe to sing in front of the restaurant? Joe is not forcing Jennifer to read on the street at the moment. Erika won’t become a garbage man.