this is no canned mystery meat–
who ever saw a field
dotted with grazing spam
or fed a flock of spam
or saw spam fly south
for the winter–
so anything cut
from a mythical animal
is a gift
from the gods driving
internet astrologers
and psychic friends
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I find the spam thing rather fascinating but also awful – your poem is so good!
Thanks, Jules–I find it awfully fascinating…
I adore this Susan. Bravo!
hee, hee–thanks!
Spams are a part of life today, so as to say
LOL, Yes!
spam the meal of kings of we kids of the 70′s.
Heh–I think my mom served it a couple of times–not many…she was more of the hot dog type when it camr time to serve mystery meat…
LOL…LOL…LOL.. I LOVE Spam!
Hahaha–thank you!
No, no, no Monty Python!
Oh, I LOVE Monty Python!!!!! You rock, Nelle!