Spam Haiku

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         Critics will scoff: "These
         aren't real haiku." We'll retort,
         "So? SPAM ain't real meat."

         AMSPay aikuhay
         Ogicallay Anguagelay:
         Igpay Atinlay.

         Wrote homework on SPAM
         But when I tried to find it
         Dog had eaten it

         They have no more SPAM
         My hands tremble with anger
         Clean-up on aisle 5

         Using only SPAM
         Grandma made some tasty treats.
         We set her on fire.

         In order for it
         To be shaped that way something
         Has to extrude it.

         I allowed the SPAM
         To slide to toilet from can
         Saved time and trouble

         The Lord is my swine-
         herd; I shall not want. He forms
         me to fit in tins.

         "Life is like a tin
         of SPAM: you never know which
         pig parts you're getting."

         I say "to-may-to"
         you say "to-mah-to." I say
         "SPAM," you say "pure crap."

         A madman, obsessed
         by SPAM, screams, "Stop me before
         I haiku again."

         "A SPAM murder, Holmes?
         Whither the murder weapon?"
         "Alimentary."

         Bite once: it's just lunch
         Bite twice: it starts to entice
         Bite thrice: paradise

         Formless spawn of pork,
         Leers with gelatinous gaze,
         Taunting my lean soul.

         If Hormel branched out
         With new meat types, we might see
         Spicken, Spish, or Speef.

         U.S. Air Force tests
         Blasting SPAM at plane windshields
         Should have opened can

         SPAM spawned a romance
         Stared into her eyes, and shared-
         One can, and two spoons

         They enjoyed the stew
         But when offered SPAM ice cream
         My dinner guests left.

         Grills spew smoke on mall.
         D.C. filled with barbecue.
         The million-SPAM march.

         Economy class.
         The entree choice: SPAM or SPAM.
         Oh, look! Parachutes!

         Boy trapped in ice box
         Nothing else inside but SPAM
         Boy eats own left foot

         Immanuel Kant
         tried to justify SPAM in
         Critique of Pure Pork.

         What meat through yonder
         window breaks? It is SPAM, and
         Juliet lies hurt.

         Knock knock. "Trick or Treat!"
         Winking, I said "Here's your `Treet'."
         The brats torched my house.

         Roseate pork slab
         How you quiver on my spork!
         Radiant light, gelled.

         What a mockery-
         Lettuce and fruits surround SPAM.
         Why gild the lily?

         Spamasaurus Rex
         cloned from old loaves' DNA
         in Jurassic Pork.

         How my hands tremble
         Applying a light coat of
         SPAM-colored lipstick

         you can buy a nice
         prostitute in vietnam
         for a can of spam

         Drunk crippled Ewok,
         Dead on sidewalk, piss-drenched fur,
         SPAM just out of reach

         Consider these two,
         SPAM and tofu: both cubes, both
         A misery meal.

         Turkey-shaped SPAM for
         Thanksgiving dinner. None give
         thanks but the turkey.

         Pepto-Bismol / SPAM
         One yin to the other's yang
         Pink pursuing pink

         U.S. troops arrive,
         And with them, M.R.E.'s. Blight
         Spreads through Bosnia.

         Wist not that a ham
         hideth th'immaculate Lamb?
         Myst'ry, Thou art "SPAM"!

         Three little piggies
         Went to market. Chop, chop, chop.
         Well, well. I'll be spammed!

         Circled by Triscuits
         Abbatoir aroma thick
         The Pillar of Oink

         God said, "SPAM thou art
         And to SPAM thou doth return.
         (After some grinding.)"

         Opening the can
         Provides a sense of wonder:
         "Who has lost their lunch?"

         Not-so-wise Man brings
         SPAM. Manger doorknob hits his
         Ass on the way out.

         Eat or be eaten.
         With SPAM, you can never be
         sure who is winning.

         Stretched stale meniscus
         over opened rusted tin,
         drummed disgusting din.

         SPAMaphobia-
         Unreasoning fear of SPAM.
         What? Unreasoning?

         What is this SPAM loaf?
         It is the piece that passeth
         All understanding.

         Fuchsia and chartreuse
         The breakfast of champions
         SPAM and Mountain Dew

         A la Recherche du
         SPAM Perdu: instructions for
         Reclaiming spoilt meat.

         Jessica Fletcher
         Finds body with SPAM beside.
         Suicide? Murder?

         SPAM, the perfect grub
         For soldiers marching to war.
         They'll kill for real food.

         When you fry a slab
         It seems to form a red scab
         And grease oozes out.

         SPAM SHAM arrested
         for "Incitement to Haiku"
         and "Contempt of Pork."


J. Welling
Last modified: Thu Sep 5 19:51:54 EDT