Who brought the Spam to the first Thanksgiving?

The Pilgrims brought the Spam I think
The Indian’s brought something to drink
Though history books do not repeat it
There’s more to do with corn then eat it

A spurkey is a wondrous sight
All pink and juicy if cooked right
Shaping it’s a little quirky
But you can make it look like turkey

So what’s your pleasure, breast or thigh?
Or other part you’d like to try?
No light or dark meat, it’s a shame
All the parts taste just the same

The best part is, there is no waste
And also, you don’t have to baste
But unlike birds raised in the coop
There are no bones for spurkey soup

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone


About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Spurkey

  1. splitspeak says:

    Thank you for being a good friend and mentor…Best wishes, Mehak & Hamad

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