The Spam King Ottava Rima

The Spam King
A Three-Octave Ottava Rima

Shrimp on the barbie? Forget about that!
In a land where volcanoes are spewing
Down there, you’re considered sexy if fat,
And there’s pineapple and SPAM for chewing.
So don your grass skirt, and hibiscus hat,
Whilst all the boiling lava is brewing.
Here’s where the magic is happily made,
Where SPAM is served up and people get “Leid”

So twirl your batons of orange hot fire,
And sway your ample hips suggestively
You’re more than a hobbit, entrapped in the shire
What in the hell rhymes with suggestively?
I think I’ve lost focus, my brain is a mire
This poem has gotten the best of me.
This probably happened because of four cups
Of bitter strong coffee, but at least I’m up.

So back to the subject, the matter at hand,
The Luau… Roast pig and drums in the night
The King is a dark, sweaty handsome fat man
And his tiny loin cloth fits him just right.
The hypnotic sway of his abdomen span
Makes my libido soar high like a kite
You can tell that he’s used to the greasy taste
Of SPAM, cause it’s certainly gone to his waist!