Hooray for Spam! (a challenge poem for trayseelyn)

In scarf and dark glasses, midnight at the market... to canned meat aisle i wheel my cart, then park it. Looking both ways to see if surveyed... by nutrition's detectives, who oft have conveyed... beware dangers of salts, nitrites and nitrates... the fat and cholesterol, that in these cans awaits; the ill-informed public, who would diegn to begin entertaining the notion of opening a tin. But my pantry shelf's low! And i must confess, a journey to lakeside is planned and i guess... we wouldn't even know how to greet each sunrise, without the aroma, no great surprise... cuddled next to fresh eggs, the smokey Spam strips, our favorite breakfast... on all camping trips. Then for lunch on the lake, turkey Spam on a roll, with pineapple rings... as for bass we troll. At day's end when we beach, with full appetite... the iron dutch oven, is a welcoming sight. It steams and it sizzles, wafting delight... onions, 'taters and Spam, for supper tonight! After cocoa and s'mores, when the coals are aglow, toast finds me with Spam... some cheese and mayo. I'll grant you this staple, is a camper's best friend... makes a hiker's fair sammitch, right down to trail's end. But you'd best be sneaky tell your doctor...NOT! how taken you are, and with Spam besot.well...gee! we don't go camping that often, but there it is! Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 09:07 AM PST   18 • 0 • 14