An Ode to Bacon

Bacon, the morning’s delight,
It satisfies, my appetite.
The wonderful foot product of pork,
It doesn’t even require a fork.

It sizzles when it hits the pan,
This morning candy of every man.
It pops and cooks until it is done,
Then ready to be eaten by every one.

It’s salty and crispy, colored red and brown,
I’m so very eager to wolf it down.
It’s perfect with eggs, cereal, and waffles,
A morning with bacon can never be awful.

Thank you God, for bacon’s taste,
Practically perfect in every way.
I could eat it every day, and that’s a fact, But that would give me a heart attack.

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