Move backwards to Numbers 4201-4300.
4301.
I got a letter
From Publishers Clearing House--
SPAM via snail mail.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com4302.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
On "The Twilight Zone,"
A man knows he's left this world
When he sees SPICKEN.
4303.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
Does John Travolta
(Who was also out, then in)
Empathize with SPAM?
4304.
--Scott Lasley, slasley@space.umd.edu
She cuts open her
bike's padded gel seat and sees
the pink mass inside.
4305.
--Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
Eve smiled at Adam.
"SPAM sandwich, Dear?" "Yes, thanks, Love."
Original Sin.
4306.
--Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
SPAM Spade fired first fast.
Head holed, Hot Dog Harry humped.
Fish Cake Flo fainted.
4307.
--Anonymous
SPAM comes in a can,
Ready to serve hot or cold.
WOW! How'd they do that???????????
4308.
--Anonymous
The mystery meat.
Opening a can of SPAM,
I nearly passed out.
4309.
--Anonymous
Old man opens can.
Old woman tosses SPAM can.
Man! They love their SPAM!
4310.
--Anonymous
Its juice like honey
Its flavor so enticing!
SPAM: food of the gods!
4311.
--Anonymous
Old one-handed man,
Cannot open the SPAM can.
Bangs it with hammer.
4312.
--Scott Lasley, slasley@space.umd.edu
A massive black hole
can even capture light, but
it won't swallow SPAM.
4313.
--Edmund, ers@world.std.com
SPAM is soft and white
It comes in a metal can
It's not really meat
4314.
--Anonymous
SPAM is capable,
capable of killing you.
Don't offend the SPAM.
4315.
--Anonymous
SPAM, what is SPAM, huh?
God of SPAM has lots of pork.
It should come with cheese.
4316.
--Anonymous
Why isn't SPAM cheez?
99 bottles of SPAM.
SPAM turns me on, yeah.
4317.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"Tell me, O wise one,
The big meaning of it all."
"Pink Pork in Blue Can."
4318.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"Secret of success,
My son, is this: always keep
Extra SPAM key near."
4319.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"No sweat, Papa-san.
New cans are superior.
Pull tab. Forget key."
4320.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"As you say, my boy.
Our world is modern now, but
SPAM way is RIGHT ROAD."
4321.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"Know SPAM's Middle Path:
Fried, baked, cold, with mayonnaise;
Also with onion."
4322.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"That's deep, Pop, but you
Forgot thin-cut SPAM on bed
Of cool alfalfa."
4323.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"No, son, different
Religion: That is Yuppie
Yoghurt Yahooism."
4324.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
"You are so smart, Dad.
How did you get yourself that
Way? By hard study?"
4325.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
The ANSWER lies in
The BLUE CAN, my dear offspring.
SPAM is the true key."
4326.
--Guy Chaney, GUYSAGE@aol.com
About the above.
Iambic pentameter
It ain't. Sad Sonnet!!
4327.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
SPAM is for Spiced Ham
What happens for "Spiced Monkey"?
Would it be "Sponkey"?
4328.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
Sponkey is a treat
in a can like the great SPAM.
With many spices.
4329.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
The SPAM and Sponkey.
Canned the same, but so different.
What to eat for lunch?
4330.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
Animal lovers.
Loving your canned Sponkey more.
Spicy monkeys, yum.
4331.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
Monkey in a can.
Can I have a chimpanzee.
Or a gorilla.
4332.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
SPAM and Sponkey, yum.
To have them in your pantry.
Children love Sponkey.
4333.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
Spamwiches with cheese.
Sponkeywiches with cheddar.
What a great delight.
4334.
--Sara T., bobt@cs.com
Time for SPAM to go.
Sponkey dreams will have to wait.
SPAM fills my hunger.
4335.
--Scott Lasley, slasley@space.umd.edu
I open the blue
can hesitantly. My God,
it's full of (pink) stars.
4336.
--TJ
My pregnant wife aches:
To advance the human race,
all she eats is SPAM.
4337.
--Martin H.Booda,
Ed McMahon sent me
Note: I won one million SPAM.
Get lost, lunch-meat breath!
booda@datasync.com 4338.
--Martin H.Booda,
Little Kerri Strug
Did amazing vault despite
Ankle limp as SPAM.
booda@datasync.com 4339.
--Martin H.Booda,
The 2004
Minnesota Olympics
Have strange, pink mascot.
booda@datasync.com 4340.
--Martin H.Booda,
Hormel sponsors games.
Cute, flatulent tin on legs
is mascot "SPAMmy."
booda@datasync.com 4341.
--Martin H.Booda,
SPAMmy carries flame
To light Olympic torch. Bends
Over, thousands seared.
booda@datasync.com 4342.
--Martin H.Booda,
SPAM Haiku Archive,
Official SPAMku archive
Of '96 games.
booda@datasync.com 4343.
--Tug, Tuggc1@sbdc.sfcpa.edu
Heavenly salty
Sustenance of my lone soul
Breakfast, lunch, dinner
4344.
--Laura Webb, webb@pangea.stanford.edu
SPAM! and swig o' wine
Need not crab or things bovine
White trash meal divine
4345.
--Rob Gowen, GOWEN@TFN.COM
Waiting on the shelf
A genie in a tin lamp
No wishes to grant
4346.
--Casey Gilbertson, http://coyote.accessnv.com/casey
O' key upon can
Beseech unto me thy SPAM
In reverent bliss
4347.
--Anna Bowen, ambowen@uswnvg.com
Yum yum Spicy Ham.
What is this mystery meat?
I think I've got gas.
4348.
--SPlRlT@aol.com
Porcine obelisk waits
Glisten in the morning sun
SPAM breakfast again
4349.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
New Jackson Pollock
Painting found in Soho loft:
SPAM Spatterings 4.
4350.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
White-Out covers up
Typos, but what can erase
The mistake of SPAM?
4351.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
I watch the thick smoke
Pour from the SPAM plant's smokestack
And think of Auschwitz.
4352.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
"That's us in Tampa,
Eating SPAM at the rest stop!
Okay, next slide, please."
4353.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
My younger brother
Asked me what SPAM was made of.
I let him wonder.
4354.
--Scott Lasley, slasley@space.umd.edu
You can catch flies with
honey or vinegar but
you catch more with SPAM.
4355.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
Four in the morning
Seeking snacks with squinting eyes
SPAM will have to do
4356.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
Inside the pantry,
I search in vain. My girlfriend
Must have eaten it!
4357.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
"Don't play with your food."
"What else can I do with SPAM?
Eat it? Yeah, right, Mom."
4358.
--Francis Heaney, francis.heaney@tglbbs.com
In the flower bed,
The thick scent of violets
Like cutting through SPAM.
4359.
--Jeannette Lim (13-years-old), Singapore
I do not eat meat
A strict vegetarian
I eat veg only
4360.
--Anonymous
SPAM tastes like she-it
SPAM could be good if it was
Not so old and stuff
4361.
--Anonymous
SPAM is da bomb yeah
You must know what I mean, yeah
It's like almost god
4362.
--Steven Hoffman, sandspc@ix.netcom.com
Spamku: tribute to
Porcine lips and viscera,
Drowned in sea of goo.
4363.
--Anonymous
Pink porcine morsel
Fat and gristle gleaming bright
Plastic nutrition
4364.
--Anonymous
Lard with gelatin
Pink color simulates ham
Thinly veiled deceit
4365.
--Anonymous
All hail spammy food:
Shelf life infinitely long
in stackable can.
4366.
--Anonymous
SPAM endures all things
Nuclear winter, cyclones
Power of plastic
4367.
--Anonymous
Childhood memories
Think of poor starving children
I won't eat that slop
4368.
--Anonymous
Pull the shiny ring
Porcine lips, tails, and assholes
Unveiled before you
4369.
--Anonymous
Hot dog in a can
Would rather have bologna
Barking silenced now
4370.
--molly carocci, molly@wi.mit.edu
SPAM and polenta:
They are oleaginous,
Flaccid, and nasty.
4371.
--Michael Sullivan, michael.sullivan@sybase.com
This cube on my plate
It is solid as a brick
I will build my house
4372.
--Roy Olsen, roy@indy.net
SPAM Haiku Archive
Tribute to SPAM unending
Eternally pink
4373.
--Bob McPhee
"What rough beast slouches
Towards BethleSPAM to be born?"
Porktentous question!
4374.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
The Smashing Pumpkins
are all arrested for the
possession of SPAM.
4375.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
SPAM's other secret
ingredient: Angolan
basketball players.
4376.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
John Belushi played
the Spamurai Butcher on
Saturday Night Live.
4377.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Budget rent-a-cop
plants SPAM in Olympic park.
What an idiot.
4378.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Julius Caesar
said, "Friends, Romans, countrymen!
Lend me your pigs' ears!"
4379.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Eating SPAM is like
a prostate exam from the
Lost in Space robot.
4380.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Serving SPAM on planes
makes the passengers wish they
had ejection seats.
4381.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
German magazine
says that movie star Tom Cruise
has a low SPAM count.
4382.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Why'd that alien
burst out of John Hurt's stomach?
He'd just eaten SPAM.
4383.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Seems that aliens
cannot abide SPAM at all.
We are not alone.
4384.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Lucy does ad for
Vitaspamavegamin.
"It's so tasty, too!"
4385.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Communism: It's
SPAM, cabbage, SPAM, potatoes,
tiny apartment.
4386.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Watching NBC's
Olympic coverage made
me wanna hurl SPAM.
4387.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Telemarketers.
How to get rid of them? Say,
"Wait, my SPAM's burning."
4388.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Telemarketers
figure, "If they're eating SPAM,
they've got no money."
4389.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Jack D. Ripper thinks
SPAM adds gel to his precious
bodily fluids.
4390.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Served SPAM to my date.
She beat feet and hates me now.
"Well, DUH!" you're saying.
4391.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Served SPAM to my dad.
He wrote me out of his will.
"Well, DUH!" you're saying.
4392.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Served SPAM to my boss.
Now I'm on unemployment.
"Well, DUH!" you're saying.
4393.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
"Michael Johnson, just
what makes you run so darn fast?"
"There's SPAM behind me!"
4394.
--Bob Roberds, broberds@ix.netcom.com
Want some real cool stuff?
Call 1-800-LUV-SPAM.
Would I lie to you?
4395.
--Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
Flies love SPAM. A place
To meet, mate, eat, excrete. Sure
Beats a horse's ass.
4396.
--Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
My dog loves SPAM. He
Thinks it's cute, maybe on heat.
Must be the odor.
4397.
--Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
My cat loves SPAM, too.
Reminds him of trash bins, dead
Mice, and Aunt Mabel.
4398.
--Mike O'Connor (K.M.O'Connor), mickman@intonet.co.uk
Aunt Mabel loves SPAM.
Makes her think of Tom undressed
And pink elephants.
4399.
--ray.lambeth@state.or.us
Spurn 'sparaging sport.
Spirit's spreading spinnaker;
Splendid, spunky SPAM.
4400.
--molly carocci, molly@wi.mit.edu
My God, what a choice:
"Would you like some polenta,
or a side of SPAM?"