Richard W. Reith
Specially Processed Anteater Meat
Fried up hot? What a treat!
Eat it all up, they say it is good,
Chews like ham, tastes like wood.
Got us as kids, all we could afford
Quarter a can, in our pantries we’d hoard,
Hooked us as kids, this puree of pig’s knuckle,
Now 3 bucks a can, and they sit back and chuckle.
Yet SPAM is sweet memories
Of our innocent days
So he goes to the store
And through the nose he pays?
©Copyright February 22, 2006 by Richard W. Reith