More spam poetry.

Found another spy-code-poem in my junk mailbox:

Themistocles to speak of scipio
They could keep them namely that.
Kings had also how that.

I swear, some spy is sending a message to someone else using spam mail, and its coming to me instead. If I disappear, its because I was kidnapped and am being interrogated in a holding cell in Serbia. Its a case of mistaken identity!!