Sam the Grocer

My name is Sam.

And I scam.

Call the ladies, “Madame”.

Then sell her “ham.”

(which is really spam).

I don’t really give a d____.

 

It’s all for a buck.

Of course, she’s a sitting duck.

Too bad she’s struck

By a scheme gone amuck.

 

It’s all in the ad

Where she’d been had.

I don’t care if she’s sad.

I’m glad.

 

She fell for the ham a in a can.

Rushing home to put it in a frying pan.

 

What a dope!

Next week I’ll try soap!