Some Spam Haiku
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Blue can of steel
What promise do you hold? Salt flesh so ripe |
Can of metal, slick
Soft center, so cool, moistening I yearn for your salt |
Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but Spam, aah, my poultice |
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Silent, former pig
One communal awareness Myriad pink bricks |
Clad in metal, proud
No mere salt-curing for you You are not bacon |
And who dares mock Spam?
You? you? you are not worthy Of one rich pink fleck |
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Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam In sunlight on my plate |
Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly Now I heat the pan |
Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be: Snout or ear or feet? |
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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? |
Ears, snouts and innards
A homogenous mass Pass another slice |
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Old man seeks doctor
"I eat Spam daily", he says. Angioplasty |
Highly unnatural
The tortured shape of this "food" A small pink coffin |
Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain Vegetarian |
In a dingy, run-down trailer in a seedy trailer park dwelt a loner, chicken-boner and his name was "sleazy Mark" Oh you loner, chicken-boner, oh you sleazy spawn of spams, do not send me any junk mail, I don't are for all your scams. Sleazy Mark set up a web-site, advertising some new scam, then took out his bulk e-mailer, and sent out his spew of spam. Oh you loner, chicken-boner, oh you sleazy spawn of spams, do not send me any junk mail, I don't care for all your scams. But his spam has reached a LARTer who reported him at once, so they nuked his sleazy web-site, and they TOSsed all his accounts. Oh you loner, chicken-boner, oh you sleazy spawn of spams, do not send me any junk mail, I don't care for all your scams. Sleazy Mark went out of business, lost his trailer and PC, and the moral of this story: "Spamming leads to bankruptcy." Oh you loner, chicken-boner, oh you sleazy spawn of spams, do not send me any junk mail, I don't care for all your scams.
