Spam
I’ve never tasted Spam before
And don’t intend to do it,
Although, unless I try, I know
That I should not pooh-pooh it.
I wouldn’t even think of Spam,
The food that I am scorning,
If not for getting, on my phone,
A daily “Spam Risk” warning.
Some days it happens several times
From unfamiliar places,
Where spammers sit and make the calls
Behind their unseen faces.
I never answer if I see
That “Spam Risk” message blinking,
But just that word, you understand,
Provokes me into thinking.
Imagine on the other end,
A scammer with his planned pitch
Making calls all day while chomping
On his favorite canned Spam sandwich!
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