Making Light is a blog run by some pretty serious poetry intellects. In This Installment the community puts a "Nigerian 419" email scam to poety, using various medieval to modern tropes. An example by James D. Macdonald, as a Shakespearean Sonnet:
I now salute you in the name of Ghod,
I who a piteous widow must complain.
My son, my joy, arrested by a squad —
And in far Lagos he shall soon be slain.
The cash for his defense my husband hid
(I mean the late Abacha, even he),
I cannot use; for unjust laws forbid
That my funds can now be released to me.
There’s thirty millions that I cannot touch
But I can send to you, a man I trust:
O heed a widow’s prayer; your sleeve I clutch!
Relying on your kindness now I must
Request the number of your bank account.
I swear you’ll gain a very great amount.
Some of these are priceless!