The Ghostly Aroma of Spam

At Bhangarh Fort in India

Ghost Hunter Hormel
Stared up at the ancient walls
Inhaled a succulent smell.

Out of the dust rose
An aroma whispering
To his twitching nose.

"What," he ask the wind,
"Is that heady perfume wafting
From ancient Fort Bhangarh?"

Of course the wind didn't answer.

Ghost Hunter Hormel
Savored the wonderful smell
That his gut urged him to find.

It was the ghostly aroma of spam
That aroused his libido
And made him don a red speedo.

The locals thought he was a necromancer.

He went into the fort
Looking for the princess's court,
Instead he found the wizard
Stuffing spam into a turkey gizzard.

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