The seemily tasty treat,
As long as it stays in the can
When dire hungry approaches,
I fight the urge with an out streched hand
To leave it in my memory alone
British breakfast Sundays
with tea and scones
My mother cooking up
Some strange concotion with eggs.
lacking, sausage or ham
What I found on my plate SPAM!
“Here is your eggs, eggs and Spam”
my mother would laugh
“But mom, you know I wanted “Spam, spam and eggs!”
As my brother started to singing in a loud voice.
“Spam, spam, spam, spam, Spammity Spam, Spammity Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam”
So the hidden treat, that lies in my cupboard
is not there because it is abhorred,
but awaiting for me, to make it something more
then many people think it is.
Aug 03, 2007, 11:31AM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
Yes, I took you up to 10,500 feet
all those hours of hiking – ever
and ever up. Up. Heavy pack. You were
heavy too in your congealed lair.
...and then I was so ill from the
altitude all I could eat were power
bars (which gave me gas incidentally).
Barf, etc.
But when we got back to the car that
can of you looked pretty sexy.
But I had a cheeseburger instead.
Author’s note: This wasn’t a found
poem but I have friends who run ultras
who swear by Spam.
))){
Jul 20, 2007, 08:47PM PDT | 3 cheers | 4 comments
Kat is looking forward to exciting adventures in 2009!
Do Not Click
Type in your browser
and press the enter key
bullish profit guaranteed
contact your broker
you’ve seen it before
1 day target price
watch it like a hawk
Ahh. Finally putting spam mail to good use. Though if only I got some real interesting ones rather than drugs and brokers and rubbish. Where are the cheap rolex watches?
May 07, 2007, 01:57AM PDT | 0 comments
Kat is looking forward to exciting adventures in 2009!
Just Take a look at this one
This is a sector to be in
It’s only going to get better
In every voice, In every ban
You are responsible for you
Don’t get left out again!
Short or long
This one can’t go wrong
An All American company!
A mixture of a couple of spam emails. I cannot believe I actually found the rhyming line “Short or long, this one can’t go wrong” in a spam email. Lol.
May 06, 2007, 12:56AM PDT | 0 comments
This might be what you want
She will call you big boy
Join the millions who
Melt away fat easily with
a sexy babe in black stockings
Claim your bonus
A mature blonde teacher taking
All Major Designer Replica Watches
May 04, 2007, 01:53AM PDT | 5 cheers | 0 comments
Des is slowly regaining her sanity (unfortunately?)
The random rants, raves and recommendations of one tall glass of milk
The time is Now
Listen to my message
Ring, Ring Ring
Listen to me
I Think It Is Finally Time
Time to motivate
Get started soon
I can help you
You Can do it also
See for yourself
Give it a shot
Using melted plain chocolate, pipe details around the Dalek
With be delicious
gingerbread
Yes, this is the one
Lather
Chisel
Consume
No worries, it’s fine
Be happy with it!
Tell me this wasn’t worth it.
Anything else you need
We can assist you
We have the resources
Thank you again
May 03, 2007, 09:31PM PDT | 22 cheers | 7 comments
Kat is looking forward to exciting adventures in 2009!
on average, ten spam emails a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. This should be an amusing and entertaining goal. :)
I wonder if there is some spam I havn’t deleted available.
Apr 11, 2007, 10:35PM PDT | 1 cheer | 2 comments
The letter was reluctantly produced
As I handed it to the old lady
She will love you
And I know he’ll die there
And how stupid I am
A wish that he should—
Heaven knows—
And be the better for it
In the absence of such miraculous provision
Like a halo collapsing inward
That exists only at the back of your eyes
The awkward and unrhymed
We gather to hum its praises
Mar 27, 2007, 11:16AM PDT | 1 cheer | 1 comment
Can’t hardly
Waitcan’t leave
The hall light on
Every night
Used to play
Miami Vice
In my basement
Mar 27, 2007, 11:07AM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
The boy went shaking his head no as he walked away
He left
He made this recording
Told me to give it to you
Told me they are easy enough to forge
He shook his fist
The question is a simple one
Both women
Powered by the destruction
No talk
Trod the dead leaves
The trees know where the key was
Mar 27, 2007, 11:06AM PDT | 0 comments