Ham
From your meaty complexion to your sweet glaze
sometimes slimy but tasty none the less
You never cease to amaze
with mustard, you taste the best
Sometimes roasted, sometimes canned
You're worth every bite
You bring me to my knees, I cannot stand
No other meat product gives me such delight
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