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.
About Me
- Douglas
- I'm a little anti-social. I don't eat peaches, but chew the same piece of gum for weeks. I'm an uncle and a brother, but have yet to be proven the father of anyone. My Byzantine eyes may fool you, but unlike Justinian, I'm no iconoclast. I have luxurious hair and wit that won't quit. Thanks for stopping by. Poke around. You may find something you like.
6 comments:
Mmmmm, bacon. It makes anything better.
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. :)
Great point! Go bacon...
ha ha! i luv this! inspiring! lol
OMG BACON
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