SPAM and Pam in pan:
"Meat" frying in "cooking oil."
Metaphor for sex.
If you cut open
A SPAM can with a jigsaw
The blade will smell weird.
Post-SPAM catharsis:
Peptic acid and pink chunks.
Floor-mount Pollock piece.
A prostitute leans
From a rust-stained balcony
Spooning from a can.
What's really in SPAM?
Biologists say it's a
Can of nematodes.
Gregor Spamsa woke.
In horror he sees that he's
Now a pink pork cube.
Night kitchen cupboard.
Roach scuttles around SPAM can.
Cutting steak in dream.
Next-door barbecue.
Smell of T-bones waft over.
Eat SPAM with closed eyes.
John Nagamichi Cho, a.k.a. The SHAM / SPAM is a registered trademark of Hormel Foods Corporation for luncheon meat. The Haiku Archive Master and the contributors to this website have no legal, commercial or financial involvement with Hormel Foods. Neither the information presented here, nor the manner in which it has been presented, has been sanctioned by Hormel Foods.