Spam Poem by Emmet Doyle

Spam



There was an annoyance called spam,
Not the kind that tastes like ham.
To repeat the same word,
Is just quite absurd,
And it gives the accounts a big ram.

Sunday, October 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: internet
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