(spam poem by Edward Desautels)

we found the gentlemen
who married late in life
offered them a little glimpse
of our ox-marrow satire

their idle considerations
of class and state business
prompted us to exert ourselves
in their happy but unusual rooms

our lookout broke the wax seal
his secretarial manner had
something to do with what cannot be exported
fresh lard, eggs, maple sugar

so this was our white Oz
our keep, our Sandhurst
we did ourselves a nice home

and sidestepped double pneumonia

where the sad miss
traversed the little weir
we sat uneasy
and rocked from side to side

not of them
no sir
not very easy
but i … we were