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!