Blt On White
For lunch today my wife said,
husband, why don’t we eat out.
I said, Honey in these Covid times,
that’s not what I’m about.
You just sit back and rest your feet,
and let me worry about our lunch.
I have the perfect meal in mind,
you’re sure to love it, that’s my hunch.
So I pulled a pound of bacon from the fridge,
slapped it onto my heated griddle.
As soon as it hit the pan it started splattering,
I did a little dance to the sound of the sizzle.
I took a fresh from-the-garden tomato,
sliced it thick (the perfect way).
Toasted two slices of home-baked bread,
and covered them with mayonnaise.
Added just a shake of salt to it,
topped that with a crisp lettuce leaf.
Four slices of brown (but not crunchy) bacon,
makes a sandwich that goes beyond belief.
Once it was all stacked together,
I sliced it at an angle from bottom to top.
Add some BBQ Lays potato chips,
and a glass of ice-cold soda pop.
If you’ve never had one before,
there’s nothing better to satisfy your taste.
Fix up a good ole classic BLT sandwich,
trust me, there’ll be nothing left to waste.
Some say the best part of it all,
and I agree with them I must say.
Your house will smell all bacon-ey,
for the rest of the day.
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