Ode to Ham

Ham, ham, you’re quite delicious.
Honey roasted, your taste is boasted!
Throughout the land, the mighty ham!
No hammer, no sickle, just a piece of ham and fancy tickled.
No sandwich without you, just cut bread.
The man that stole my ham, promptly shot dead.
He died with a smile, all ham and ham guile,
No witness, no jury, just a ham hung trial.
I’d wear you on my finger if I could let you linger,
Though unlikely it seems, sweet meaty cream,
No ring is as beautiful, no cut so fine, you are truly the creme’;
One Pork to rule them all and in the morning rind them.