Spam
I wonder what kind of stuff is in Spam
I’m not sure if it qualifies as meat
But nonetheless many still like to eat
This wonderfully artificial ham
If you ever find yourself in a jam
Where you are found upon your tired feet
Without a thing for your stomach to meet
No need to worry, just find you some Spam
And if you find yourself in a pickle
All you have to do is try this Jell-O
You don’t need to be shallow or fickle
For if you are, then you will surely show
Your reasoning has slowed to a trickle
And the wonders of Spam you’ll never know
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