There was a young man from Lyme
Who couldn't get limericks to sound right.
When asked why not
It was said that he thought
They were overly long and far to complex, possibly even dull. 

There once was a young man from Virtualand, 
               Who traded real life for a wedding band, 
                    He signed onto the net, 
                    His betrothed got upset, 
               And she lopped off his link @ the ampersand. 

A sweet young strip-dancer named Jane
Wore five inches of thin cellophane.
When asked why she wore it,
She said, "I abhor it,
But my cunt juice would spatter like rain."

Spam Haiku



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

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

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

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

 - author unknown

There was a young lady of Arden,
The tool of whose swain wouldn't harden.
Said she with a frown,
"I've been sadly let down
By the tool of a fool in a garden."