Spam-o-lantern of my love

O, glorious gleaming tin of Spam
withholding glutinous joy in can,
pork product filled with bits of ham
and jelly, man (and jelly-man...)

He's borne to plate with turning key,
an oblong pinkish majesty;
butt-nekkid meat--no modesty--
is stark revealed, is stark revealed.

With girlish glee I take a blade
carve canned ambrosia, heaven made:
an eye, a tooth, a mouth agape,
Spam-quis de Sade, Spam-quis de Sade.

A tea-light flares with oily fire,
my tummy rumbles with desire...
O, woe! The dated can's a liar!
My Spam's expired, my Spam's expired

Shockingly inadequate end rhymes make this poetry morsel a delight to soured taste-buds, especially for those who prefer an absence of Spam in their Monotetra . A joy to write, and a pleasure to share... unlike Spam, which is a joy to eat alone.

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ID: 1507015   (Rated: GC) The Spam Slingers SPazing Party  Closed until next time! Thanks for playing, one and all! by TheWýtçhè - Away Indefinitely