Spam Haikus | ||
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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 |