Spam Spam

By

Juan Rasner

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

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

I once heard a story
About how it’s made
They use all the parts
That don’t make the grade.

Some say it’s 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 that’s forever
Is ever so wrong.

It’s 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 “THWUNK!”
Like a beast giving birth
To a slimy meat hunk.

If you say you don’t 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
You’ll love the next one
Spam, Spam part two.