My Blue Cheese Is Bacon
MY BLUE CHEESE IS BACON
Crispy, well-done with lettuce and tomato on toast
with mayonnaise or miracle whip, a touch to my lips,
but how my mind races when soggy tomato does coast
down my tongue with wobbly, undercooked slips
of gristly bacon. I try to hide my displeasure from my host
as I gregariously gag, snipping at bites, pleasure to kip.
I’ve finally washed the slippery eel down with the most
satisfying glass of milk and smile whilst crunching potato chips.
1/11/2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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