Spam poetry awards

This one arrived just this morning. It’s all slithery and under-the-floorboards, clever wordplay and just a hint of naughtiness: the unspeakability of vegisexuality. Like Buck 65 collaborating with Nick Cave on a song for Tori Amos to sing. In the *Bloom County*  world.

It was now quite dark, and as kidnap I crept around

She told dress up me of her abduction

of fruits and vegetables. They never brought Madam

Brilliant stuff. I’m glad spam has its uses.