Spam Haiku

Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?

Ears, snouts and innards,
A homogeneous mass.
Pass another slice.

Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat.
Give me a spork please.

Old man seeks doctor.
"I eat SPAM daily", says he.

Highly unnatural,
The tortured shape of this "food":
A small pink coffin.

SPAM is not a meat!
It's a funky synthesis
Of clay and plastic.

Rev. Max E. Cates, Jr.

Washington Apple Pi IFAQ
December 4, 1998 Lawrence I. Charters