From a Starving Man to his Tin of Spam

From a Starving Man to His Last Tin of Spam

Shall I compare thee to bee’s gold nectar?
Thou cannot be more desired or sweet.
In fact, my belief is you taste better –
Rich and pink with flavour; high king of meat.
Lo! Sunshine’s rays halo you with bright light!
Perhaps you are too sacred to consume?
For I fear a life without you at night,
And the day would be dark eclipsed with gloom!
But… this is my precious rusty tin of Spam.
My life! And I will enjoy it, God Damn!