Back in the early days of this blog — now almost 20 years ago, kin you believe it? — I used to repurpose spam emails I received as accidental poetry. Then the bit got old and spam filters got better and I moved on. But lately I have a new source of material: a 4-year-old boy who likes to get ahold of his mom’s phone and text my wife, his grandmother. Most of what he sends is random strings of letters, but then sometimes he makes use of the autocomplete feature and gets something like this:

Or this:

The boy has potential. Watch this space.