Why’s ham reviled, get some damn riled?
It is perceived as some fressing mighty vile.
The goal’s no ham; what ugly fare!
An awful lunch; they won’t go there.

Hogs put in stew they won’t chew freely
Eschewed means “no,” also spurned.
The sty is “Euw!” With sows soaked in pee.
They induce choler, a gut that’s churned. . .
Result is colic.

You’d barf up ham, not scarf up Spam.
No pig you’d sup, and from bacon you’d refrain.
You’d rather gruel, though you don’t care
For this thin, lumpy, tasteless fare.

Hog you’ll eschew; you won’t chew freely
You go “achoo!” ’cause you’ve learned.
Some type of flu found you virally
Even though cochon* you’d surely spurned.
The grill’d had cock on.

Now ham you’ve piled--your case was mild--
On your plate, leaving the pheasant, not your style
Afraid bird flu is what got you.
You’ve no more yen for hen. . .revile!


*pig