Spam

Keep your bacon, keep your ham Keep your loganberry jam No pastrami No salami In my sarnie I want Spam Ain’t no bones, ain’t no brains Ain’t no seeds, ain’t no grains Slightly spicy Tasty nicey Spam ain’t got any veins And the tin that it’s in Kinda square, kinda thin Ring pull lid Key got rid Spam don’t slice off your skin So that’s Spam; good to eat Not some cheap luncheon meat Fried or cold I’m just sold Because Spam can’t be beat

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/22/2022 8:28:00 PM

I think Dr. Suess left you an opening for a book titled 'Spam-What-Am.' ... Looking forward to the release date. Keep me posted. ~ Eager Reader

Terry Flood
Date: 10/23/2022 4:30:00 AM

Food for thought, GW. ;-)

Ilene Bauer

Date: 10/17/2022 2:37:00 PM

Terry - your poem is pure delight although I’ve never tasted Spam and have no desire to do so. I also thought of the Monty Python spam routine when reading it…

Terry Flood
Date: 10/17/2022 2:51:00 PM

A lot of people believe it’s full of offal and ‘rubbish’, but it’s pork leg and shoulder. I like meat but I’m put off if I find a vein in it (call me a hypocrite but I like to forget it once ran around in a field). You don’t find veins in spam, nor those tiny bits of bone that nearly break your teeth. Oops… I sound like I’m trying to convert you…. So I’ll settle for “glad you enjoyed”. Thanks Ilene

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/17/2022 11:41:00 AM

hahaha. It is humorous to me because you so obviously love Spam while I and most of my friends despise it. They should hire you as their AD man!! Well done.

Terry Flood
Date: 10/17/2022 12:25:00 PM

I’m just glad they did away with the lethal key opening system they had years ago..you ended up with razor sharp clockwork spring thing and two equally lethal looking half cans. But I’ve still got all my fingers, so I must have had the knack.

Gary Radice

Date: 10/17/2022 2:14:00 AM

A chippie I used to frequent during my youth sold many a Spam Fritters..that said he also did fried mars bars. I actually liked Spam at one point but haven't had it for some time. Many years in fact. Great poem and as I'm sitting here I'm picturing the Monty Python Vikings singing "Spam, Spam, Spam..." :) Cheers - Gary

Terry Flood
Date: 10/17/2022 12:19:00 PM

Cor… used to love spam fritters. Trouble is (as you’ll know) they hold more fat than a sponge would.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/16/2022 5:55:00 PM

I think most of the people in Hawaii will rave over this poem, Terry. They loves their Spam. My grandmother used to serve it as the main dish at dinner. I'm thinking about giving it another try after all these years.

Terry Flood
Date: 10/17/2022 12:17:00 PM

Sadly I lost a Hawaii ‘fan’ when I accidentally blocked him. Although the poem is a joke, I actually do love the stuff. Don’t have it too often, cos it’s a bit fat heavy. But enjoy it when i do. Yum yum

Line Gauthier

Date: 10/16/2022 5:34:00 PM

OMG so adorable ~ the rhythm is really fun and the rhyme is a notch above. Beautifully penned ~ wonderful sense of humour ! Added to my FAVEs.

Terry Flood
Date: 10/17/2022 12:10:00 PM

Thanks Line. Verse one was written with your bite size contest in mind. The trouble is… when the ink flows, it flows.

Michael Tor

Date: 10/16/2022 5:33:00 PM

Terry Spam man you are my friend. Love it too!!!

Terry Flood
Date: 10/17/2022 12:08:00 PM

The rumours are false. I don’t put marmite on spam! Ha ha