O meaty mass of fleshy fleshWho with the dark and wildAnd wanton world doth meshIn sizzling ecstasy, tasty and mild!From Ellay to the halls of Priam,To the Salty fields of Flysium,Come to me, glorious Spam,Thou cooked, boiled, and pressed ham!Io Spam! Io Spam!Come with eggs and toastWith bacon and duckling roast,Come wild! Come sliced!Come mashed! Come diced!Io Spam! Spam! Io! Io!With this key thy veil I rend!Thy starry blue tin I twist and bend!That the thee in thee mightBecome the me in me tonight!And the thee in me I feelas the me in thee I peel;With glee and abandon I stab My trident into thy Quivering Flab!Io Spam! Spam! Io! Io! Io!With fervor and awe you relentBefore my furious murderous intent;I whip I mash I slash I creamThy body to consummate this dream.Io Spam! Io Spam! Spam! Spam! Io! Io!I dice I beat I flake I shakeI cover thee with Shake and Bake;Spam! O Sweet Sweet Spam!Never again will I slam my ham!Io Spam! Io Spam! Io!O yeah, Spam my baby ...Come to papa, Spam.Oooooh ... Spam ... I never dreamed ...IIOOOO!! SPAAAAAM!!! ** (The secret sense of the words is to be
sought in the numeration thereof.)
THE HYMN TO SPAM
"What is this stuff
That doth jiggle in the breeze,
and smells like that which
I avoid when I walk in the stables?"
Hysterica of EstrusNOTE: The HYMN TO SPAM was written by Donald Reynolds [LA: New Orleans, circa 1987] as a parody of Aleister Crowley’s Hymn to Pan. This priceless parody would later appear in RED FLAME, A Thelemic Research Journal No.6 The Foolish Issue (1999), pg.141.
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