With that in mind...
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.

Watch the pink slab fry.
Its grease can lubricate eggs.
Get ketchup ready.

Parts of pigs o' plenty.
Sumptuous feet and tails,
Rub amber gel through hair.

You don't want to know,
What they put in that tin can.
It's scary to think.

Drop a pig in a blender,
Add salt and dye...
The recipe for Spam.

Did you ever wonder,
Where rats go when they die?
Spam knows where they go.

Spam Recipes
Spam Haiku
Spam Songs
Spam Heaven & Hell
Everything for the Spamophile!

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