Without Further Ado...SPAM Haikus

Blue can of steel
What promise do you hold?
Salt flesh so ripe

Clad in metal, proud
No mere salt-curing for you
You are not bacon

Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply
Spam, aah, my poultice

And who dares mock SPAM?
You? you? you are not worthy
Of one rich pink fleck

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

Ears, snouts and innards
A homogeneous mass
Pass another slice

Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian