SPAM Haiku
Blue can of steel
what promise do you hold?
salt flesh so ripe
Can of metal, slick
soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt
silent, former pig
one communal awareness
myriad pink bricks
jelly for mortar
seven hundred tins and more
i build a Spam house
my friend pork shoulder
I return to you. this time
i’ve brought mayonnaise
above all others
porcine treat without equal
there is but one Spam
clad in metal, proud
no mere salt-curing for you
you are not bacon
and who dares mock Spam?
you? you? you are not worthy
of one rich pink fleck
Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone
Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate
Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas
The color of Spam
is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise
Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan
Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?
In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door
Pink tender morsel
Glistening with salty gel
What the hell is it?
More at http://www.pitt.edu/~blair1/spam-haiku.html
That poem was so beautiful that it made me cry a little.
You know, those examples of SPAM Haiku are like Internet archaeology. Some of them go back to the earliest days of the web, possibly even making the jump from some dial-up BBS or early university e-mail thread. I remember seeing them back in my 56K modem days.