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Below are the original haiku on the topic of spam that several someones sent me years ago.

Pink tender morsel, Glistening with salty gel. What the hell is it?

Ears, snouts and innards, A homogeneous mass. Pass another slice.

Cube of cold pinkness Yellow specks of porcine fat. Give me a spork please.

Old man seeks doctor. "I eat SPAM daily", says he. Angioplasty.

Highly unnatural, The tortured shape of this "food": A small pink coffin.

Sliding from the can Fully saturated fat Makes me want to retch

Sent to me from various people.

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