Spam

I’ve never tasted Spam before

And don’t intend to do it,

Although, unless I try, I know

That I should not pooh-pooh it.

 

I wouldn’t even think of Spam,

The food that I am scorning,

If not for getting, on my phone,

A daily “Spam Risk” warning.

 

Some days it happens several times

From unfamiliar places,

Where spammers sit and make the calls

Behind their unseen faces.

 

I never answer if I see

That “Spam Risk” message blinking,

But just that word, you understand,

Provokes me into thinking.

 

Imagine on the other end,

A scammer with his planned pitch

Making calls all day while chomping

On his favorite canned Spam sandwich!