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