> Cindy Hamilton
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When I consider how my Spam is spent
Ere half my time in this lunch hour’s gone by,
And thirty minutes left I sit and cry
Longingly Spamless, though my soul be bent
To be served with more, “Waitress” I relent
With gloomy frown, when she returns apace,
"Do you accept Mastercard in this place?"
I fondly ask. But Waitress, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "We hath not need
Of anything except hard cash. Who fails
To tender such, we serve him not. I’ll state
It plain. Yet thousands to our diner speed.
For though all cards of plastic we reject,
We also serve the only Spam in state."