Spam Spam

By

Juan Rasner

 

Spam, Spam
Thick and chunky
Taste like ham
Smells like monkey.


Itís covered in jelly
That glistening pork
Itís so very slippery
So you must use a fork.


I once heard a story
About how itís made
They use all the parts
That donít make the grade.


Some say itís great
And call it a treat
I say I hate
How it smells like my feet.


You may wonder why
It lasts so long
But a meat thatís forever
Is ever so wrong.


Itís supposed to be pork
From the choicest parts
But I think its organs
Even the hearts.


It makes a great sound
As it slides out with a ďTHWUNK!Ē
Like a beast giving birth
To a slimy meat hunk.


If you say you donít like it
I know you have lied
So how do I eat it?
Well, I like it fried!


If you like my poem
And I know that you do
Youíll love the next one
Spam, Spam part two.