6Q6 Spam Poetry

I got the weirdest spam today. It has no pictures and no links advertising viagra, horny bitches with webcams waiting to make me hworrnnniey, no stock tips. Just a little poem which breaks just about every rule from English Grammar 101.

without question. If someone starts fumbling or asking questions I'll hit
triple cartwheel, his feathers flashing white sunlight to a beach from
doing it for the greenbacks? You so and so, I thought to myself, what do you
foremost leaders were marked. Of course, he thought, the Breakfast Flock

Upon further perusal of the email, the really weird thing is that it wasn't even sent to me. Nothing in the to or from information contains anything remotely like any of my email addresses.