This is yet another story in 100 one-syllable words, written on 21 September 2013, without repeating a single word. Not previously published. Whaddya think? See also A story in 100 one-syllable words and Another story in 100 one-syllable words. And how about giving this a try yourself?
What might you do with more than ten cans of spoiled spam? I would toss half, then think who should eat the rest I’d have left. If one gave cats such food, they’d not touch it. Dogs, too. Why take some down? Most taste buds are hard to please. But, by George, my own can’t be beat. Gorge on corn, peas, squash, fruit, toast, nuts, tarts, and meat in its place? No way! Scarf up rice, yams, grits, cheese, pie, cake, fish, shrimp, soup, sprouts, scones, eggs, or prunes? Come now! Beef, bread, beans? Nyet! Just give me that—!