The Musician's Room: SPAM Haiku

Poems on canned pink pork
I could copy to my site
But no, I link elsewhere

That, along with a link, was the sum total of my post on this page until the sad day that Keola Beamer took down his page o'Spam Haiku. In tribute, I've scoured the 'net to find these choice triplets from him. His page began with the confession: "The therapy has failed. I continue to collect Spam haiku."

Silent, former pig
One communal awareness
Myriad pink bricks

Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aaah, my poultice

In mud you frolicked
Till they cut, cleaned and canned you
How now, ground sow?

“Slow down,” she whispered
now guiding my trembling hands
“Turn the key slowly.”

Pinky beef temptress
I can no longer remain

I put my shoes on
But remember far too late
My secret Spam stash.

Pink tender morsel
Glistening with salty gel
What the hell is it?

Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone

In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door

Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat
Give me a spork please

Old man seeks doctor
"I eat Spam daily", he says.

Highly unnatural
The tortured shape of this "food"
A small pink coffin

Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle..Spam

It made me laugh...