Ode To Bacon
Ode To Bacon
I woke up to thoughts of you
I can almost see you now.
I long for just a little lick,
to taste of you somehow.
This hunger in my body,
this hunger in my mind.
Every time I get this urge
it's you I look to find.
I don't know how it happened,
I never even saw it start.
It seems that I was born a man
with bacon in my heart.
The crackle and the sizzle
it is my favorite sound.
The only part I really hate
you come in just one pound.
I think of you I drink of you
you are my finest wine.
Thick sliced and smoked with maple
I'm so glad you are mine.
Piled high on top of bread
or sprinkled on a salad.
Someday of my love for you
someone will write a ballad.
Where I will be the hero
from a fate that's worse than death.
And then spend eternity
with bacon on my breath.
Together as it's meant to be
with all the love we're makin.
Tattooed across my tummy.
My heart belongs to bacon.
Edwin C Hofert
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