Spam
Mary had a tin of spam
But found she’d lost the key
She sobbed her little heart out
It was needed for her tea
A meal well planned,
The goodies bought
Young Mary shed a tear,
Spam sandwiches
Would not be made,
It soon became quite clear
With table laid and fayre set out
A tempting teatime spread
Alas no meat, was there today
To lay between sliced bread
The guests were due at anytime
So, thinking on her feet
She came up with a reason
For sandwiches “sans” meat
The guests arrived at four o’clock
Said Mary, feeling edgy,
“I’m sorry there’s no meat today
I’ve just become a veggie”
© John W Fenn 11-08-2009
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2009
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