SPAM Haiku 18301-18400

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18301.
Governments tumble
Leaving a SPAMocracy
Monkey Spanking Boy
--MSB

18302.
"Wait, what have I done?"
"I don't want to SPAM the world"
Monkey Spanking Boy

--MSB

18303.
People eat SPAM SPREAD
SPAM on a cracker is good
When we are at Sheetz

--Sarah and Char, Zulie80@aol.com and Char18g@aol.com

18304.
What smells of cat food
And comes in a brown tin can
SPAM SPAM it is SPAM

--Sarah and char, Char18g@aol.com and zulie08@aol.com

18305.
Spiced, perhaps a meat,
suddenly placed afore me.
Song persists at meal.

--Phil Hyde

18306.
"Honk if you love SPAM"
An eerie silence descends
Snowfall upon mimes

--Dennis McDougall, dennism@pcez.com

18307.
A fresh paper-cut
The squeak of rubbed Styrofoam
The odor of SPAM

--Dennis McDougall, dennism@pcez.com

18308.
Of SPAM my house built--
Detritus in the gutter
Gives a crispy taste

--David Marohl, damarohl@execpc.com

18309.
Trish and friend Sandy
Dine on SPAM, contemplating
Immortality

--Chris Jehle, Maharis4Me@aol.com

18310.
Bat Boy's in Afghan
SPAM! Laden flat on the ground
Bat Boy fed him SPAM

--Will Fleming, hulme85@aol.com

18311.
I dream I am SPAM
Dreaming it is a young man
Dreaming he is SPAM

--Gadi Guy, gadiguy@actcom.co.il

18312.
Winter winds took her.
Many dishes in the sink?
No. The SPAM in bed.

--Gadi Guy, gadiguy@actcom.co.il

18313.
Board meeting today
We serve them cans of pink SPAM
No funding for us!

--John SPAM-Doerr

18314.
The board met today
Saw our SPAM-based network plan
Closed us down for good

--John SPAM-Doerr

18315.
VCs see our plan
SPAM-cache in Global Network
Laugh us out of room

--John SPAM-Doerr

18316.
Sand Hill Money Guys
Smell SPAM on my breath, and then
the meeting's over

--John SPAM-Doerr

18317.
My Korean wife
Violates cans of SPAM when
I am out of town

--John SPAM-Doerr

18318.
My Korean wife
Masturbates with pink moist cubes
I worry for her

--John SPAM-Doerr

18319.
San Mateo Bridge
Joins rich Peninsula with
SPAM fans in Hayward

--John SPAM-Doerr

18320.
Toured the Circus Club
In tony Atherton where
They never serve SPAM

--JOhn SPAM-Doerr

18321.
My Korean wife
screams "Selfish Bastard" when I
return without SPAM.

--John SPAM-Doerr

18322.
The Dunbarton Bridge
crosses the shallow bay, SHIT!
SPAM-stench at low tide.

--John SPAM-Doerr

18323.
My Korean wife's
out of town; I spill my seed
jerking off with SPAM!

--John SPAM-Doerr

18324.
Startup company
work late nights. They feed me SPAM--
I keep working here.

--John SPAM-Doerr

18325.
Big hole in my roof.
Fifty SPAM cubes as a patch.
I had low SAT scores.

--TheSpies, Admin@The-Professionals.com

18326.
SPAM gel for my wounds.
"It is a good day to die."
But never this way.

--TheSpies, Admin@The-Professionals.com

18327.
Old and dry SPAM bits.
I put them into my pipe.
I hallucinate.

--TheSpies, Admin@The-Professionals.com

18328.
So what's in it mom?
Are we talking pig anus?
Yuck. Just like hot dogs.

--Dan Roy, danwroy@hotmail.com

18329.
*#@%! I am locked out!
Ego says: "Try the SPAM key."
Time to stop drinking.

--TheSpies, Admin@The-Professionals.com

18330.
Those poor four-legged
SPAMois, they're bounding from the
Andes into cans.

--Madeline Lowe, polarbear135@yahoo.com

18331.
Lick my SPAMmy balls
this web site sucks my SPAM ass
but it ain't SPAM shit

--Joe Crooker

18332.
Aerosolized SPAM:
A weapon rejected by
the civilized world.

--Junkyard God

18333.
Publisher mixed up
SPAM and skin Anthrax photos.
Nobody noticed.

--Junkyard God

18334.
Post-modern lunch loaf,
industrial processed pig,
flavor optional.

--Milford Pigboy

18335.
Pressed-composite meat;
but it slices like a dream.
Did pigs die for this?

--Milford Pigboy

18336.
Dueling space pigs fly
Pinkish rays strike target pork
Blasted into SPAM

--Thomas Knapp, tomknap@earthlink.net

18337.
Cold metal deep blue
Pinkish slab of piggy goo
Up my lunch I threw

--Thomas Knapp, tomknap@earthlink.net

18338.
Lid peels back the brink
I spy a landscape of pink
In which swine hunks sink

--Thomas Knapp, tomknap@earthlink.net

18339.
Her eyes glaze with lust
as she views my pink meat cube;
moans "Pork me." Pig Sex!

--John SPAM_Doerr

18340.
Grey fog tendrils creep
as Half Moon Bay surfers sleep.
Mavericks? Or SPAM?

--John SPAM-Doerr

18341.
Thanksgiving draws near
I have to clean the trailer
SPAM now has Turkey

--Wild T.

18342.
Ate three cans today
Fell into a SPAM coma
Why does my ass hurt?

--Wild T.

18343.
Damn dyslexia
Picked up many cans of SPAM
I thought it said MAPS

--Wild T.

18344.
Suitcase in my hand
Selling SPAM from my back seat
Death Of A Salesman

--WRKSOFFART

18345.
Pink feelings of fear
A giant cube haunts my dreams
Must be SPAM "From Hell"

--WRKSOFFART

18346.
SPAM 'n' eggs stare out
from ad. Jaundiced eyes, yellow
cholesterol treats.

--Milford Pigboy

18347.
Two fried eggs, like twin
pissholes in the snow, share plate
with fried SPAM slices.

--Milford Pigboy

18348.
Gel. Muscle. Bone. Hair.
Small heaps on a paper plate.
Wonder of a child.

--Junkyard God

18349.
Got flailed by my muse...
Five-Seven-Five...all night long.
Greasy pork nightmare.

--Junkyard God

18350.
Put my dog to sleep.
Set out slice of SPAM each day.
Can't seem to let go.

--Junkyard God

18351.
SPAM as tennis ball.
Hit it with a power serve.
Slimy pink "french fries."

--Junkyard God

18352.
Winter Olympics
laid low by terrorist plot:
anthrax-tainted SPAM!

--Milford Pigboy

18353.
Monkey Spanking Boy
I Spank My SPAM And Think Of
My Korean Wife

--MSB

18354.
My Korean Wife
A SPAM Fuck Made In Heaven
Monkey Spanking Boy

--MSB

18355.
G-string bikini
Summer party in winter
Is this SPAM or beer

--Wild T

18356.
Hey SPAMku artists
Does Janie Applecheeks live?
Elliott? Geoff Holme?

--Wild T

18357.
One-three-two-six-three
Tell me SHAM is this your SPAM,
Or from another?

--MSB

18358.
curling lid pops off
protective mucus splashes
another baptism

--Rich Sommer, rosommer@hotmail.com

18359.
the pink fleshy meat
slides from its metal prison
free on the vast plate

--helen, powerpuff_girl0@hotmail.com

18360.
call me mister SPAM
i escaped from my green can
now i am free SPAM

--jason, i_am_safadao@hotmail.com

18361.
Son home from college,
telltale signs: full clothes hamper
and empty SPAM cans.

--Teresa, tgritter@home.com

18362.
Teen son: a black hole
From which no food ort escapes.
Even the SPAM's gone!

--Teresa, tgritter@home.com

18363.
The poetry slam
Left my hungry soul unfed.
Alas! No SPAM-ku!

--Teresa, tgritter@home.com

18364.
Hanging by white strings,
empty cans clink in the breeze:
SPAM-lover's wind chimes.

--Teresa, tgritter@home.com

18365.
SPAM for my teacher
He likes to weld the cartons
Smell the cooking meat

--Alissa, moocow842@yahoo.com

18366.
Reveal to me SPAM,
The truth of all time and space;
as I flush you down.

--butter

18367.
Oh Great Health Bomb SPAM
Your blue can jelly meat flu
Makes me want to wretch

--butter

18368.
both awake asleep
stomach still rumbling softly
SPAM good midnight snack

--dave

18369.
SPAM, snarling howling
I will not go silently
Off into the night

--dave

18370.
I'm alone again.
I gather the empty cans.
I build a fortress.

--dave

18371.
Half awake asleep.
Stomach still rumbling softly.
SPAM good midnight snack.

--dave

18372.
Ding dong, trick or treat.
Give them something good to eat.
Dirty kids hate SPAM.

--dave

18373.
Another late night,
The last can in my cupboard
Is midnight repast.

--Anonymous

18374.
How would you like a
knuckle sandwich? It's in SPAM;
lips, tails, peckers, too.

--Milford Pigboy

18375.
Try it once or twice.
Now what have you got to lose?
Maybe some organs.

--dave

18376.
Firm fleshy meat loaf?
Flaccid jiggling pork jelly?
SPAM commands respect!

--butter

18377.
Mark taught Barry Bonds
The secret of the home runs.
Fill your bat with SPAM!

--Trevor Eldredge, trevoreldredge@hotmail.com

18378.
Perhaps you noticed
That my e-mail address changed?
SPAMku got me fired!

--Trevor Eldredge, trevoreldredge@hotmail.com

18379.
Well, I'm back again.
Damn this SPAMku website game.
I'm near one hundred.

--Trevor Eldredge, trevoreldredge@hotmail.com

18380.
The perfect weapon--
Biological warfare?
Nope! Dropping SPAM bombs!

--Trevor Eldredge, trevoreldredge@hotmail.com

18381.
They won't deliver
my letter. White powder? No,
it's oozing pink SPAM.

--Scott Smith, ssmith@us.edu

18382.
Hormel relocates
to Afghanistan; city
of AllSPAMisbad.

--Scott Smith, ssmith@us.edu

18383.
We all worship SPAM
It is the holiest food
Enter SPAM temple

--d&b

18384.
turkey says SPAM SPAM
turkey says nothing when canned
silence of the SPAMs

--ender, jimwebb@mindspring.com

18385.
The day I was born,
Dad bought SPAM and placed it in
the crib next to me.

--Fozzie

18386.
Eighty years have passed.
Nearing death, I request that
SPAM be placed near me.

--Fozzie

18387.
Oh SPAM pink and soft,
could you taste much better with
mustard on or what?

--Disone, kiss_disone@noneofurbusiness.com

18388.
"You and I, old SPAM,
have weathered life together."
A tear wets my cheek.

--Fozzie

18389.
". . . but though I am old,
hunger still grips me. So I
bid farewell, dear SPAM."

--Fozzie

18390.
And with tears, as I
eat my SPAM's flesh, I think of
Mom's heartbeat, and weep.

--Fozzie

18391.
A magical dish.
Genie in a can, baby!
SPAM, I make a wish.

--dave

18392.
New science frontier,
urgently needed near farms:
pig stink modeling.

--Milford Pigboy

18393.
lauren likes to eat
munch munch crunch crunch splat splat puke
SPAM doesn't digest

--lola and patsy

18394.
Geneva aside,
when we catch bin Laden, we
should force-feed him SPAM.

--Scott Smith, ssmith@us.edu

18395.
Sanctimonious
bastards!! How dare they take my
SPAM? Source of my joy!

--Milford Pigboy

18396.
duck in convulsions
sometimes that happens when you
feed SPAM to the birds

--Anonymous

18397.
SPAM is just...Spiced Ham!
Pay no attention to man
behind the curtain.

--Milford Pigboy

18398.
Everglades campout
Starry night, open blue can
Mosquitoes leave us

--Jivermo, Mr-Sergei@msn.com

18399.
pink and wet it makes
the best kind of pet, it's not
baby snakes, it's SPAM

--Gregg, ggetherall@hotmail.com

18400.
Pondering the SPAM
One quickly comes to see that
It's not just pink meat

--Gregg, ggetherall@hotmail.com


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