when I came across this, I just so happend to think of my childhood and my grandmother. Spam, that salty, easy to fry, mystery meat...has a poetry following!!
Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?
Ears, snouts and innards,
A homogeneous mass.
Pass another slice.
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.
Highly unnatural,
The tortured shape of this ``food''.
A small pink coffin.
i was thinking of Spam as in junk e-mail...LOL
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