Thursday is the Right Day for SPAM
Over the course of the last week, my favorite Theme Thursday word of the week and creative idea fueling site was down.
They’d fallen victim to an especially tenacious comment spam-bot, so they shut ‘er down to get it sorted.
And so of course, with that in mind, this week’s theme is, you guessed it, SPAM.
SPAM, SPAM, SPAM…lovely spam! Wonderful SPAM!
Well…where can one go with SPAM? It’s either nuisance email or it’s shivering pink gelatinous goo in a square can. One I ignore and the other I fry up nice in a pan and gobble with a touch of mustard.
So I took to the waters of Google to find something different and was rewarded for my journey.
SPAM-ku. Like haiku, only SPAMmier.
Select bits from the MIT (yes, MIT) website:
This was filed under the “addiction” category…
“SPAM, I must have more of it!”
Freud would be enthralled.
Gave up cigarettes
No more drinking, and drug-free
Hidden stash of SPAM
Wow…such SPAM angst. I never knew one could have such delicious agony over luncheon meat.
Let’s see…what do we find under the “sex” category (cuz you knew it was going to go there)?
In regards to SPAM:
Sexual hangups aside,
It makes me feel strange.
Open can, insert member:
Wham, bam, thank you SPAM!
and then there is
Beneath the armpits
SPAM gives one a manly scent
Drives all women wild
Um…ok. : looks around nerviously : That’s just…odd.
And I like odd, but wow. There are literally pages and pages of SPAM-ku on that site. I believe they have over 5,000 bits of verse devoted to SPAM.
I’ve been known to take my OCD too far, but even I’m unsure about this.
But then I read a verse that speaks to me:
SPAM, too, needs a wife.
What consort for my Pork Prince?
Ah! The Velveeta!
Whoa. I do love the Velveeta and I’m not ashamed to own it. Maybe I am starting to understand these strange SPAM poets.
Then I read the SPAM verse that seems to sum it all up:
SPAM: the perfect food
For people who study Zen–
Meat, and yet not meat.
Ponder that for a while, why don’tcha?
Meanwhile, I think I’ll just have a salad and a walk for lunch. My cholesterol went up twenty points just reading about lovely, wiggly SPAM.
SPAM art found at Strategic Public Relations blog.