A half-eaten slice.
Ants swarm the cold, greasy plate.
A suicide note.
– anonymous
The ceiling fan turns.
The loaf sweats ominously.
Time is running out.
– anonymous
SPAM glistens pinkly;
Cat taps it with wary paw
To see if it's dead.
– anonymous
Does SPAM contain tongues?
When you eat it, does it taste
you as you taste it?
–Chris Fishel, ctf2m@virginia.edu
Leaning to kiss her,
Smelling her breath, I thought of
Love and luncheon loaf.
–Rex Jones, rex@uis.msstate.edu
SPAM frying in lard
The whir of the kitchen fan
Summer of my youth
–Linda
Split the SPAM atom
Enormous pink mushroom cloud
World covered in pork
–Tom Elliott, Tosh@Werple.mira.net.au
Driving with Ute friends.
Miles of silence pass before,
"Price of SPAM is up."
– anonymous
Formless spawn of pork,
Leers with gelatinous gaze,
Taunting my lean soul.
–William Bradford, tslug@peak.org
If Hormel branched out
With new meat types, we might see
Spicken, Spish, or Speef.
–Tom Elliott, Tosh@Werple.mira.net.au
Roseate pork slab
How you quiver on my spork!
Radiant light, gelled.
–L. Sheahen, lsheahen@nas.edu
"A SPAM murder, Holmes?
Whither the murder weapon?"
"Alimentary."
–Ken Zuroski, zuroski@cmu.edu
What a mockery–
Lettuce and fruits surround SPAM.
Why gild the lily?
–L. Sheahen, lsheahen@nas.edu
Eat or be eaten.
With SPAM, you can never be
sure who is winning.
–Ben Hitz, hitz@cumbnd.bioc.columbia.edu
Fuchsia and chartreuse
The breakfast of champions
SPAM and Mountain Dew
–Bill Turner, turnerwj@muohio.edu
SPAM SHAM arrested
for "Incitement to Haiku"
and "Contempt of Pork."
–Rory, son of mickman
In Shakespeare's SPAMlet:
Shouts at Ophelia, "Get thee
to a cannery."
–Chris Fishel, ctf2m@virginia.edu
Old retired jocks to
star in ads for new SPAM Lite.
"Tastes filling!" "Less great!"
–Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
New brand: Chia SPAM.
Meat and greens in every bite.
Hormel, we'd buy it!
–Bruce D. Sidlinger, Bruce@Sidlinger.COM
O'er black bubbling vat,
Snout, ears, feet, and fat. This, that.
Witches cackle, "SPAM!"
–William Routhier, routhier@cybercom.net
Queasy, greasy SPAM
Slithers without propulsion
Across a white plate.
–sarahb@lamar.colostate.edu
Patio slime trails
Are not from snails but anxious
SPAMs seeking escape.
–Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
Churchill on SPAM: "A
riddle wrapped in a myst'ry
wrapped in some pink gel.".
–Chris Fishel, ctf2m@virginia.edu
Evita eats a
slab of SPAM, sings "Don't Cry For
Me, Minnesota."
–Chris Fishel, ctf2m@virginia.edu
See http://web.mit.edu/people/jync/spam/archive.html