Spam for tea

Mary had a tin of spam

But found she’d lost the key

She sobbed her little heart out

It was needed for her tea

A meal well planned,

The goodies bought

Young Mary shed a tear,

Spam sandwiches

Would not be made,

It soon became quite clear

With table laid and fayre set out

A tempting teatime spread

Alas no meat, was there today

To lay between sliced bread

The guests were due at anytime

So, thinking on her feet

She came up with a reason

For sandwiches “sans” meat

The guests arrived at four o’clock

Said Mary, feeling edgy,

“I’m sorry,  there’s no meat today

I’ve just become a veggie”

© John W Fenn 11-08-2009