Monday, February 4, 2013

Spamming Poetry inspired by OSM

Sir Spam-a-lot I love you so.
Just how much? I think you know!
Your shiny can with key replete
Is such a lovely visual treat.
But when I open up your can,
I admit I hate the taste of Spam.
No eggy dish can ever hide
The salty horror of what's inside.
 
But someone enjoys it (I wonder who?)
Because I must keep ordering you.

1 comment:

  1. My Granny would fry me a piece of Spam as a special treat.
    I would eat it with Heinz Tomato Ketchup.

    OSM

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