Because I can't defend myself,
I must defend my can of Spam.
That greasy meat's so hard to beat,
It symbolizes who I am.
Not quite beef,
Not quite pork,
But somewhere in-between.
I imagine myself on a throne of Spam,
Their international queen.
I CAN TOTALLY RELATE TO THIS! SWEEET POEM@#!
yeah, when i was little i thought i was going to be the queen of spam too... amazing, the dreams of little girls....
I liked this one Toni. Does a good job of how we all feel at times. Spam...ugh! Lighter Later Jim