a vey odd poem by auron

We stare
We stare...
Into the big blue sky
Hey I think that cloud
Looks like an apple pie.

And that one
That one...
It really seems a pain
Because I think that that there cloud
Is the kind that's full of rain!

And the rain
The rain...
Comes pouring down
Let's get out of this tree
And head underground.

Underground
Underground...
That sounds like a plan
Even though of dirt and worms
I'm not that big a fan

Don't worry
Don't worry...
We'll go inside instead
And to pass the rainy time
We'll post in this thread.

This thread
This thread
You two have made it go on and on.
If it were measured by weight
It would weigh at least a ton.

Can't help it
Can't help it...
If I keep replying
I just really really like spam
Of that there's no denying!

Can't help it
Can't help it...
If I do it too
Cause it's much more fun to spam
When I'm doing it with you.

Keep Spamming
Keep Spamming...
I think that you will find
That I share silly sentiments
Of the exact same kind!

Silly
Silly...
That is what we art
Spreading lovely spam
An ocean apart.

Silliness
Silliness...
We knew when we begun
I'd like to stop this silly spam
But then I'd have no fun!

Stop
Stop...
Why ever would you try?
If we were to stop the silliness
We'd make all the EoFFers cry.

Not really
Not really...
We wouldn't cause a fuss
This poem thing would be missed
Only by...err...us?

Perhaps
Perhaps...
That's how it would fare
But as long as this poem stands
About it we should not care.

Too bad
Too bad...
I already care
But I'm sure it shows
In all this spam I share!