Bacon, Morning and Camping

The smell permeated tents and campers A mixture of smoke from the camp fire And the smell of bacon cooking Was like an unmistakable beacon Like a loud speaker telling all in the area That breakfast was cooking Enhancing an insatiable appetite That hit the pit of your stomach like a freight train Slowly one by one people were awakening Coming out of their shelters of the night The weather is sweet with morning dew And the smell that lingers Tantalizes the taste buds of all around The one doing the cooking sincerely regrets That not enough bacon was purchased To feed the whole camp.