TB will hopefully deliver a SPAM poetry slamsalsalady said:
he eats it straight from the can
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Straight out of the can/bottle
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he eats it straight from the can
Oh SPAM! Oh SPAM! Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.
What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.
On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.
More than mere food, SPAM is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.
Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.
Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM for gelatinous glaze.
That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh Spam, my Spam - the taste, the smell -
The sacred meat product from Hormel.
by Charlie Johnston
Boss.. Please dont ban me..
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My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.
What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.
On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.
More than mere food, SPAM is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.
Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.
Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM for gelatinous glaze.
That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh Spam, my Spam - the taste, the smell -
The sacred meat product from Hormel.
by Charlie Johnston
Boss.. Please dont ban me..
Sent from my SM-G960U1 using Tapatalk
More like
It was 1972
picture it
white bread
some splooge
a can of spam
and a Coors
Fry that sheet
extra splooge
on the crushed velvet bucket seats
of the dodge van
bleed me now
hear me later
dead hookers
spam!
It was 1972
picture it
white bread
some splooge
a can of spam
and a Coors
Fry that sheet
extra splooge
on the crushed velvet bucket seats
of the dodge van
bleed me now
hear me later
dead hookers
spam!
Ask TB he wrote it.
WarrantMan
Extreme Member
Canned meat prose on The Hot Pepper forum.
So much goodness swirled into one. Savory antics meld with fun.
Yes I'm odd - perhaps a loner, Freudian stuff? I've got a ....
Well...
A work in progress.....
So much goodness swirled into one. Savory antics meld with fun.
Yes I'm odd - perhaps a loner, Freudian stuff? I've got a ....
Well...
A work in progress.....
Stoner or boner..WarrantMan said:Canned meat prose on The Hot Pepper forum.
So much goodness swirled into one. Savory antics meld with fun.
Yes I'm odd - perhaps a loner, Freudian stuff? I've got a ....
Well...
A work in progress.....
The world wants to know..
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for those that didn't know;
Spam is made by the Hormel Foods Corporation. The company was founded by George A. Hormel in the late 1890s in Austin, Minn.
Spam is made by the Hormel Foods Corporation. The company was founded by George A. Hormel in the late 1890s in Austin, Minn.
WarrantMan
Extreme Member
"phone her"
lube straight outta the tube
