Statesboro, GA, USA
To me a little more light hearted than suicide (though not so light on the stomach), this question may baffle bards, poets, philosophers, chemists, biologists, physicians, and morticians for ages to come.
My idea...Check out this website:
Then, after you've got the overall "flavor" (bad analogy!) Maybe we could write some SPAM-ku here to express our philosophical ponderings about this putrid pink conglomeration that is ever swathed with the ectoplasmic jelley of our curiosities... that we have called SPAM ....AM ...AM ...AM... (formidable echo)
Using the 5 - 7 - 5 syllable format, here is an example or two to inspire you potential masters of Spam-ku.
She shook the cold tin,
a morbid thud, and Spam WAS.
A trail of vomit,
speckled with shards of pink meat,
Sam ate Spam again!
Sue's windshield was struck
by the slick pink projectile.
SPAM road rage is real!
[This message has been edited by Stephanos (edited 02-09-2001).]