11 Formless spawn of pork, Leers with gelatinous gaze, Taunting my lean soul. If Hormel branched out With new meat types, we might see Spicken, Spish, or Speef. The brats torched my house. Radiant light, gelled. Turkey-shaped SPAM for Thanksgiving dinner.
None give thanks but the turkey.
With SPAM, you can never be sure who is winning. He forms me to fit in tins. Manger doorknob hits his Ass on the way out. Jessica Fletcher Finds body with SPAM beside. And to SPAM thou doth return.