Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The Bacon Poem

In high school, I wrote a few silly poems and brought them to share with classmates. At the time, we were suffering through studies of pretentious poets I couldn't stand. In response, I attempted to provide an alternative to their cryptic, calculated verse.

The Bacon Poem

You taste so good,
With fat a-drippin',
And in the pan,
You're finger-lickin' (good),
I never cook you,
In portions meager,
You hiss and pop,
Which makes me eager,
To chomp you down,
With eggs and toast,
But I love you bacon,
I love you most.

6 comments:

Chasedog said...

Mmmmm, bacon. It makes anything better.

baconater said...

Haha. This is amazing! I'm like a bacon freak. They call me the Baconater at school. Ha. I just wanted to say you're awesome for making this poem. :) I have also written a bacon poem. :)

fargocars said...

Great point! Go bacon...

annie said...

ha ha! i luv this! inspiring! lol

zane@ict said...

OMG BACON

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