My pal Roland sent this to me as e-mail.
Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone
Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate
Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas
The color of Spam
Is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise
Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan
Ears, snouts, and innards,
A homogenous mass
Pass another slice
In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door
Pink tender morsel
Glistening with salty gel
What the hell is it?
Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat
Give me a spork please
Old man seeks doctor
"I eat Spam daily," he says
Angioplasty
Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?
Highly unnatural
The tortured shape of this "food"
A small pink coffin
Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle...Spam
Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian
(who will soon pop up in search engines)
meat is meat is meat.
but then there's always that spam.
A class all it's own.
Brighten my morning.
Twinkle twinkle little spam,
like green eggs and ham.
An ode to my Spam.
How do I love thee my Spam?
Jiggle with delight.
Forget about beef.
Lunch meat has come full circle.
It's what's for dinner.
This is my humble offering. Send me yours...
Stir-frying some Spam
In the black bean garlic sauce
Please, hold the mayo!
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam
Lovely Spam...baked beans and Spam
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam
Spock lifts an eybrow.
"And humans eat this, Doctor?"
"Yes." "Fascinating."
A long-kept secret,
Wafting from its metal tomb.
Can you smell it yet?
Humble butt of jokes,
The poor potted meat product,
Stolid, soldiers on.
David Spamenberg adds:
Creator of Spam
Pink jiggly substance of doom
What were you thinking?
