Found Poem: “She’s at home, my dear (The Conclusion)

26 Dec

This is an amalgamation of spam comments all made into one poem–all from the same sourcebot who may or may not be the spambot Anton Chekhov.   Additionally, I’ve retconned a previous spam poem into it.

“She’s at home, my dear
man, she’s
at home,”
she answered as though perturbed by
my question.

“She’ll come in
to see you directly.
It’s a serious matter!
Not a sight of you

for three


it’s all right, of course, when
it’s successful,
Ivan Petrovitch,” she said,
“but all of a sudden
there’ll be a failure
or something
of the sort;

and what then?

If only
you had a post

And she pinched my arm again.

“Ech, Vanya, Vanya,” he ended up,
with a
of his hand. “What
can reviews do

The door opened and
Natasha walked in.

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