Naked Bacon
There once was a man who fried bacon,
Naked as the day he was born.
The grease would pop about,
And he would hop about,
Like a mad Lepre-corn!
I realize it doesn't fit the perfect limerick pattern, but it is definitely limerick in spirit.
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