But the foodstuff that she was, drove me off with desperation,
and I saw as I went, a most hopeless situation
for Neftoon and the man and the things that she ate from a can
It was only a can
I know that well, but still I could not eat
That the taste that it had
Was much stronger than the love Neftoon felt for Nez
While eating her Spam, with its little facts of nutrition,
Break down that creation like a light through a prism,
Into spices and pork and by-products that I could not have named.
Though the bits of meat is gone
Nez has no cans to open for her
And the only taste of spam are good
Her name was Neftoon
And she lived in a meadow by with some Spam
And she smiled at me for a moment
a look that spoke to me of processed ham
But the foodstuff that she was, drove me off with desperation,
and I saw as I went, a most hopeless situation
for Neftoon and the man and the things that she ate from a can
for Neftoon and the man and the things that she ate from a can
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