What made this piece of found poetry particularly interesting to me was the last line. The first line of the segment was separated from the other three in my spam filter by about half-a-dozen very ordinary bits of spam offering my penny stocks and larger penes, but the last three came one after another in the order given.

This may not be a commonly known/used word in the UK, but mack (once and still, when used specifically, Mack) is a brand of trailer-tractor truck that is so ubiquitous that, like kleenex or xerox, it has lost its brand identity.

So the delight in this for me was the image of all of this romantic glory somehow embodied within, or acting as, a trailer-tractor truck.

I couldn't resist it.