When I was a child, Mom primarily fed us 'cheap meats'--baloney, hot dogs and Spam. I still love 'chili dogs' but NOT Spam!
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Mr. Spaman
please go away
that key on the can
slipped out of my hand.
You are compressed
but I don’t like Spam.

Mr. Spaman
you’re in the pink
but when popped, open,
in a wink you stink.
You taste outrageous;
I can’t even think!

Mr. Spaman
to me you reek.
I get no shut-eye …
not even a peek—
my stomach flip-flops
and I spring a leak.

Mr. Spaman
you make me cry.
Don’t stop at my house;
I’d rather have ‘fly’.
Spaman go on … leave!
When you’re gone, I’ll sigh!