No Waves, More Spam

So, went to the beach bright and early this morning (arrived there at 06:45) hoping for decent waves (well, semi-informed hope - the swell height and period on the web looked promising). Guess what we found....
Nothing, flat sea - I hate that. So my buddies and I were thinking about some way to get a webcam/cellphone camera set up so that we could get a picture of what's going on, instead of driving all the way there only to be disappointed.
So I returned to work with my tail between my legs, only to find some new spam in my inbox... the bastards are now sending poetry (really, really bad, might I add) and attaching an image with viagra pricing etc. It seems some clever monkey has discovered how to use a neural network to generate nonsense, but don't take my word for it - here is a selection in all it's glory:

beautiful as that. only love me, dear, and somepublication of this era which most probably hasmight be, for he suggested the idea and gave rose
girls, and whichever way you decide, i'll do my lady, if he does well about the place, and him sew them on himself, and see if his work
she had it in her," answered david, in a

tender pride as she walked away, leaningthe shadowy nomes continued to flit herethe children one day, and it reminded mewhen he studied or talked earnestly. but
spectacle of all, and grif proposed to give a note of it, and further aggravate that hannah had 'dished up' an astonishing
it. "i suppose i 've got to speak to her,

it. "i suppose i 've got to speak to her,us, hey, charlie?" "yes, uncle, onlyf:
hurry the desired day. and the cowardly lion laughed, and said: the others left him before the cage and went
"father told me not to wait for any

has just confided to me that she is engagedsober, and jo to become pensive, at first,to them. right in the middle of a kiss, however,m: susan needs to
that he had mistaken for a copper statue made a great many? would you mind telling ever, flirts awfully with any one who comes
sympathy and love. shall i ever find him?"
i was to take, was already filled, and alike to have them go in the water, and makehow she did it,"you
"what about jo? please say something nice, fact ourselves, and not

I think it's time our anti spam experts start ranking poetry, and honestly if my real flesh and blood friends sent me shit like this, I would want it to be deleted from my inbox... Eish