This slice of spampoesie arrived this morning

Subject: Bitch Wants A Bone
Her daughters white sony is on fire
Any given white sofa falls
Mine beautiful magazine makes sound
And perhaps her golden t-shirt arrives

Our children small boots snores
Silver well-crafted round-shaped gun smells
A given white mobile phone calculates
The silver bra walks as soon as his noisy

Computer smiles the time that
A round-shaped door prepare for fight
Any given small laptop adheres
Mine well-crafted boots arrives

Whose slopy little bluish picture prepare for fight
And perhaps any odd shaped cat show its value
Her daughters tall omprella lies
Our soft well-crafted paper calculates

A given odd shaped green carpet is angry
The beautiful round soda got an idea
And his brothers soft sport shoes show its value
At the place that our shining recycle bin arrives