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violent_flower
Promising
Supreme Hero
Almost there.
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posted October 07, 2009 11:32 PM |
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Spam Poems!!
Ok these are fun, in my class we were told to take the first twenty spam letters we received, the annoying ones we delete, and make a poem just with those adding no words. I won the contest in at my collage for this and did it in the class room within the class period. Try it!
Geeze Beotch, what up, no hear in shizzle
Wanna Bang Bang for 70 percent off
Sold my house for free on Craigs list
Why haven’t you called for your free hair appointment?
40 percent off full length porn movie too
This sounds like you, hot and ready
A pill to make you smile from me to you
Under age snowes for sale, wanna see
Can’t afford it, finance it now
Are you still over weight and tired
Your bills not paid
Does your wife need to get laid
This is your last chance
Join now for a lifetime romance
Your application has now been accepted
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DarklordNagash
Hired Hero
One Bat Short of a Belfry
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posted October 15, 2009 08:42 AM |
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Oh SPAM! Oh SPAM! Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.
What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.
On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.
More than mere food, SPAM is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.
Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.
Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM for gelatinous glaze.
That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh Spam, my Spam - the taste, the smell -
The sacred meat product from Hormel.
p.s this poem is suggestive 
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I am the shadow on the moon at night, filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
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Lexxan
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Unimpressed by your logic
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posted October 15, 2009 03:35 PM |
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Spam for you
and Spam for me
We're all part of the happy Spamily
of Spam.com
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Coincidence? I think not!!!!
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gnollking
Supreme Hero
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posted October 15, 2009 03:50 PM |
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violent_flower
Promising
Supreme Hero
Almost there.
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posted October 16, 2009 11:42 PM |
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Very good, I missed this.
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Learn how to duck and weave because I will throw truth at you all day!
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