Ode To Bacon

O thee I praise, and I sure ain’t fakin’ The fairest ether of carnal substance, our bacon! That unctuous crunch so satisfying I can already hear my fat cells sighing Yea, about you there’s not one thing faulty You make fried eggs so impeccably salty A special treat from the Lord, yes I dig Which is why he hid you inside a pig Kindly don’t regard me a barbarian, But you’re proof that God's no vegetarian There is no shame in how I thee adore I’d even pick you up after six seconds on the floor Sweet minutes after, the glorious aftertaste lingers Extra can be found on my greasy fingers O dear Lord, may we never run out Of the sweetest treat behind the muddy snout! 5/16/16 © Thomas W. Quigley