Spam poetry

May I present a poem I recently receieved in an email from a new friend who I did not know prior. I have taken some liberties in correcting the irreverent grammatical and punctuation. Despite the strides of mr. cummings, I felt that the flavor of the original concept was unfortunately diluted by the (unintentional?) dadaesque stylings of the author, and I have attempted to assist him in capturing the essence of his message with these minor edits. English, after all, is not his first language.

A Heaven On Earth I Have
by Gerard Madden

A pancake for Shrove Tuesday
shall be delivered.
And on your…
I have those hopes of her good.
Both heaven and me!

My mother:
Do shut us up in wishes.
Might — with it lies in you, my lord, to bring.

Make such knaveries yours!