Unintentional poetry

I was emptying my spam folder and saw an intriguing Subject.

Can come to his toes if his nose is warm
and the message body

In a piece of scarlet flannel.
-From the Coast of Coromandel
Keep, oh! keep your chairs and candle

My fair Lady.
--Yes! you've asked me far too late

I dunno, it has an e. e. Cummings tone to it. Who knows if the moon’s a balloon?