Short Spam Poems
Short Spam Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Spam by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Spam by length and keyword.
S-pam
M-essage
I-s
T-he
H-unter's
D-isturbing
E-xperience
M-enacing
O-ur
N-etwork
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I love my spam folder
as I grow older
for those who send
are not my friend!
So THANKS for saving me
from bankrupt destiny!
C-ommercial
L-ines
O-f
S-pam
E-vidently
D-isappoint
S-cribes
M-aking
O-ur
K-indness
E-vaporate
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Dear Jessica
Thanks for emailing
Even if you are a
45 year old guy smoking stogies in your basement
With a hard drive full of JPG babes.
Oh you pitiful copycat,
fake accounts you’re getting fat;
Polluting my shadow Spam,
you can’t be who I am;
That’s a dead person’s photograph.
Don’t they know where it’s going?
So much time they are wasting;
Robotic spam we are stuck
with holiday email junk;
Life ticking as I sit deleting.
The thing I hate most is getting SPAM
I got an e-mail from SPAM I AM
He had a new diet
And said I should try it
But it consisted mainly of HAM
Limericks coming outta my ying yang
Too much idle time for this old whizzbang
Should get a job
As a male heart throb
Wait... already am, how's about a can of Spam
Who knows what lurks in the hearts of man
All seems normal outside but imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming in the streets chomping on canned spam
Who knows what sillies lurk in the hearts of man
All seem normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
I keep getting spam emails
From Ms Fatale Attraction
Who is a bored housewife
Looking for some hot action
With a younger man, if poss
So if I keep receiving her siren-ing
I might just reply to her
Then I can send her my ironing
Form:
Who knows what sillies lurk in the heart of this man
All seems normal outside but inside, imagine if you can
A hidden desire to run amok
Act like a total schmuck
Screaming through the streets chomping on canned spam
Red potato
green potato
sweet potato
Yam
funeral potatoes
eggs and potatoes
mashed potatoes
Spam
baked potatoes
peeled potatoes
eat them
while you can
potato eyes
potato fries
potatoes au gratin
potatoes rotten
make potato jam
One day, a convict got away, and went out on the lam.
And on the sly, he did buy, his very own kitchen cam.
Wanting to glow, in a reality show, though not a ham.
This jailbird, much preferred, to star in the Joy of Spam.
For Rhyme Battle contest
Computer spam I really do abhor
But tinned Spam I have an appetite for
I liked it in the Army
And never did it harm me
And it helped to win the Second World War
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Here, there is a surfeit of spam,
Fed to us by government man,
Democracy's harrowing tale,
Setting us up to fail,
Pollies' synchronised team,
Is all this what it seems?
Total cant and hypocrisy,
A merit myth of futility,
Spam surfeit, no caring beyond duty......
I receive another annoying alert on my phone
someone wants my vote, my money, my business
who are these creeps? These peons? these gnomes?
I hit report and send them to the land of ignore
I do not give strangers one ounce of my time
I am old
I could die any hour now
He blunders around grocery stores.
Impulse buying - compelling.
Back home
he looks at the bagged,
wonders why,
wonders
if he will also charge around
tomorrow.
The larder, the pantry
the stacked cans
of all kinds of Spam
gleam untouched
but one day -
you never know.
No so funny, man,
Feeding me spam,
Morbidly yours, all right,
More verbs, how blight,
Don't waste your words,
You're beyond absurd,
Negative chaff and chatter,
Really does not matter,
Get over yourself,
Get off that shelf,
Go get a life,
Signed, your only wife!
No one believes your spam,
Morbidly yours, now scram!
Spam Caper
There once was a gorgeous lady named Pam.
Whose ardent passion was hot for canned Spam.
She went to market that day.
Nothing unusual, in any way.
Robbed a bank, and is now on the lamb!
August 5, 2020
10am PST
Open the can
slice it ever so thin
Fry it in a big pan
crisp as bacon
White bread fluffy as a cloud
so soft with each bite a smile
Mayonnaise spread it thick
on both slices as the trick
Layer Spam pile on high
taste buds won't be denied
With each bite a tasty chew
every morsel satisfying you
Nothing in a small tin can
is as tasty is fried Spam.
SPAM
I am so hungry
Nothing looks good
But I need something
I want something
Something for breakfast
Lunch and dinner
An all in one food
A perfect food
One no one can resist
Even though no one knows what it is
It doesn’t matter
I don’t care if it is a sandwich
A casserole or all alone
I need that special food to live
To be happy
For now and forever more
I need my SPAM
It seems like your finances have evaporated
but don't fret sweetheart
today I emerged victorious
with a small sum of money
and wish your dear soul to share in this joy
So let the poetic
beauty of turning setbacks
into opportunities
inspire you to navigate
the realms of financial security
Plus, choose reward
for your unwavering commitment
"USB Charging Donut" OR
"Insulated Trunk Organizer"
Fancy spam emails
I don’t mind nor the ones
cobbled in broken English
from someone who says
he’s with a bank overseas
and is holding money for me
if I will send a small token
to show my good faith.
No, the spam emails
that bother me
are the ones that use
the names of people
I know well, like my daughter.
Those emails I’d like to answer.
We were close before she died.
Donal Mahoney
All day Franco-American spaghetti-suckers
do not make connoisseurs' lips pucker
Neither do grilled spiders and a side of beans
appeal to kings or to queens
When looking to make a culinary splash
never serve reheated corned-beef hash
And even if you're in a real time jam
fuggetabout cold pizza topped-off with spam
Just stick to the basics, you'll surely succeed
~ A dozen raw eggs afloat in seaweed