Nowadays, Moby Spam, a.k.a. the Ghislaine, is named Dancing Hare.
Which name, Ghislaine, or Dancing Hare, is more poetic?
Rather than questioning the “poetic” which is hideously misshapen and gnarled any time the “poetry” can in any way be abstracted or arbitrary, let the question be reframed:
Which name, Ghislaine, or Dancing Hare, gonna take you there?
Which name, if either, gonna scare you shitless???
Raise the hairs on the back of your neck?
Cause your heart to race?
Your knees to buckle,
Freeze a chuckle,
Pick up the pace,
Of a higher command you’re at the call and beck?
Spam of Human Affection 
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