Writing Spam haiku, Sharing my most heartfelt thoughts: Does Spam think of me?
Spam can alter time and space without much effort. Love that quantum food!
Spam in the corner How mysterious you are Tell me your secrets....
Spam in the window Changing in the sun's bright light Oh my special friend....
Spam in the morning On the pillow at my side I'll never forget....
The world keeps spinning But you never change your ways Spam is forever....
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
Spam on my table Soon winds up in my navel It's time for a bath
At the corner store Spam on sale in stacks galore Fill my cart and smile
Friends come 'round for food My shelves are laden with Spam Now they're in good moods
Spam now has no key Pop-top where the key should be Emptys still hold pens
Shiny pink cuboid. Essence of all food goodness. Oh my heart sings 'Spam".
Spam on my plate. Arteriosclerosis. Do I have much time?
Alien lifeform! Space rays pierce the atmosphere! They've made Newt's brain SPAM.
Spam Spam egg and Spam, Spam bacon sausage and Spam, or Spam Spam Spam Spam
Pork shoulder and ham. Spam can do what other's can't. Burp and fart all night.