SPAM (The Edible)
I must confess a vice. I am
a secret connoisseur of SPAM.
I’ll eat it cold, pried from the can,
or fried up crispy in a pan
or thinly sliced and thickly spread
with mayonnaise on sandwich bread.
SPAM and eggs supply my day
with protein in a hearty way.
Spinach tossed with SPAM and cheese is
luncheon munch that always pleases.
Cubes of SPAM and cheddar serve
for midnight snacking and hors d’oeuvres.
Oh, woo me not with lobster tails,
ribeye, garlic-buttered snails!
Cheapest date you’ll ever meet. It
‘s SPAM you can afford? I’ll eat it!
Hungry-hearted, thus I feed:
SPAM and love are all I need.
Barbara Loots earned her light-verse credentials during forty-one years as a writer for Hallmark Cards. She’s published a respectable number of poems in magazines, most recently I-70 Review, Pulsebeat, Snakeskin, Lighten Up Online, and The Asses of Parnassus. She lives in Kansas City, Missouri, with her husband, Bill Dickinson, and their feline boss, Jane Austen.