Ode to Spam
Published in
Apr 17, 2019
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I don’t need a panoramic view,
Just plonk me in front of the telly.
Forget those fancy French waiters,
Just get me a greasy man with a pot belly!
No need for oysters,
And I don’t want any quail egg.
I just don’t fancy that hazelnut soup,
That’s filled with soggy bread.
No to those profiteroles,
Or that marinated leg of lamb.
Take back all of your culinary concoctions,
And bring me a can of spam!
