Richard W. Reith

SPAM

Specially Processed Anteater Meat
Fried up hot? What a treat!
Eat it all up, they say it is good,
Chews like ham, tastes like wood.

Got us as kids, all we could afford
Quarter a can, in our pantries we’d hoard,
Hooked us as kids, this puree of pig’s knuckle,
Now 3 bucks a can, and they sit back and chuckle.

Yet SPAM is sweet memories
Of our innocent days
So he goes to the store
And through the nose he pays?

And pays

And pays