Oh, joy, oh rapture; my spam filter caught another poet:
Otherwise called hari, (entering his body) bestowed thus
summoned by the preceptor’s son from desire and the son
of kunti mildly struck kripa with folly, they afflicted
the denizens of heaven. Think i did it? God knows who did
it. God knows.
You would think that if they’re selling boner pills, they’d go with “There once was a man from Nantucket…”