Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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Spam Poem

Little loaf of pink delight
that makes me dream and drool,
delectable when cooked just right,
or eaten fresh and cool.
Oh, potato, rice, or bread
succulent with Spam,
there’s nothing I would want instead -
not chicken, steak, or lamb,
for nothing comes, but even close,
to yummy as you are -
not fresh, or frozen, caught, or spun
into a fancy jar.
So, grab the Spam that’s in the can,
don’t eat of any other,
‘cause Spam is all of all that am -
why bother with another
© 2001 – JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

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